Yuri Volkov Novels & Stories

“ Because that bitch of a woman you call a wife killed my cousin, Vincenzo and now, your men are going to die and so are all of you. The Russians will destroy you all! “ He exclaimed and then he started laughing like a madman. Nikolai laughed along with him making him shut up and look scared. “ You think I believed a word you said? How stupid do you think I am? How stupid do you all at the table think I am? “ He asked while looking at every one of us. He looked serious and calm in a weird way. I would have much rather preferred his temper to the calm façade he was showing us. It made it hard to predict his next move. “ The Russians will destroy-“ Viktor started but he didn’t get to finish be

He closed the door before she could object, and her eyes widened in surprise when she felt something sharp piercing her neck, her vision blurring as she felt her head spin. “This should calm her down, boss” another man, Ivan Volkov, his beta and best mate, said from beside her, his voice calm as he spoke despite the dangerous aura she felt around the men. Scarlett’s head throbbed as she felt the vehicle move and she struggled to keep her eyes open; however, she knew better than to let the darkness engulf her.

Her stomach turned as she read: DMITRI VOLKOV - THREAT ASSESSMENT Age: 52 Citizenship: Russian Federation Current Status: Cultural attaché at Russian consulate in New York (diplomatic immunity) Net Worth: Unknown, estimated $2-3 billion Background: Dmitri Volkov is the son of Yuri Volkov, a prominent Russian oligarch with alleged ties to organized crime and the FSB (Federal Security Service). Dmitri serves as cultural attaché at the Russian consulate in New York, a position widely believed to be a cover for intelligence activities. Criminal Allegations (Unproven): - Money laundering - Weapons trafficking - Association with organized crime figures - Intimidatio

Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close. “Who the hell is that?” I whispered. Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think… that’s Misha Petrov.” No. Fucking. Way. I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. He didn’t move. Didn’t call his soldiers back. Didn’t lift a hand. He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

First profile popped up. "Let's start the intros." PROFILE 1: KIRILL VOLKOV "Head of the Volkov Family. Kirill Volkov. 58. Alpha." Dante explained. "Sharp businessman. Cars, tech. Owns half of Russia basically. Never breaks a promise. Has huge contacts. Very possessive of his family." Lorenzo nodded. Just like Dad said. PROFILE 2: ARINA VOLKOV "Second, Arina Volkov. Wife. 52. Omega."

ASHER I looked at him and answered him as calmly as I could. “No. Of course not.” Then I shrugged slightly. “But who are we kidding? He won’t be in power for long.” “How dare you!” Yuri stepped forward angrily. But his father lifted a hand, stopping him immediately. “Enough,” he said. Yuri froze in place. Alex Volkov turned back to me. “Now,” he said. “What do you want, Romano?” “Is Yuri going to be the next leader of the Bratva?” I asked.

Two men stood next to Victor, and their presence sent a spurt of frozen adrenaline through his system. To his right, there sat Dmitri Volkov, the notorious "Tsar of Siberian Gas." The granite-jawed mogul with a track record for crushing competitors with the tacit support of the Kremlin. He was oligarchy personified—Politically unstoppable, pitiless, and wallowing in mineral wealth.