LOGINLuther Green
My hands explore her body, feeling the softness of her skin and the delicacy of each touch.
Her moans echo softly, filling the room with a divine sound, and it inspires me to continue, to leave kisses along her body, my hands caressing her full, soft breasts.When she disrobes, exposing herself to
Faina Green“Stop!” Noah holds my arms firmly. “You could hurt yourself.”“I want to get out of here!”“Faina,” Lohan sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. “Try to understand us… We found this letter in your things, and it shows that something more serious could be happening. We waited two weeks for you to tell us about this, but you said nothing.”“What do you think we would think?” Noah continues, still holding my arms firmly.“You were right! I’m sorry for not talking about Peter. I thought I could solve this alone.” I look at my hands, recognizing that they are right.“That’s the problem! You’re no longer alone, and you don’t need to face anything alone. We know you’re capable of handling situations. We’ve seen you in action,” Noah says, caressing my arms in a comforting way. “But we want to take care of you because we love you and not because we doubt your ability.”“Can we take care of you, F
Faina Green“Then there’s no reason for it to be a punishment, unless you’re hiding something from us.” Zedekiah raises his hand, the cold rings sliding over my warm back, goosebumps on my skin.Do I have something to hide? No! Well… Maybe I broke the nose of the guy who tried to touch me yesterday, but I don’t think that’s the reason. They couldn’t have found out. Not yet.“She won’t give in,” Heros says, standing up from where he was, now shirtless and with his jeans slipping down his hips.Oh, shit! I close my eyes for a moment, trying to understand why this situation.“Look, I was about to say that Dad wants to train the children like he did with me,” I say quickly, in the hope of changing the course of the conversation.“Really?” he questions, his expression becoming more serious. “We’re not going to involve the triplets in the mafia, much less our little one. Your father is trying to summon Vasily, but we won’t allow that,
Faina GreenTWO AND A HALF WEEKS BEFORE.We just returned from a mission, and, with the children at my parents’ house, we take the opportunity to enjoy the house that is now ours alone.“Open your legs a little more, doll.” Zedekiah is behind me, with his cock rubbing against my ass, and I feel the cold metal of the apadravya he recently got. I do what he requests or orders. “A little more… like that!”He slaps my right buttock hard, and a moan escapes my lips while I bite my lip. His hands slide down my back, over my ribs until they reach my breasts, where his thumbs begin to play with the piercings on my nipples. All five loved my new jewels.“Love, I’m going to love playing with these piercings,” he says, biting and sucking the skin on my neck.With a firm movement, he pulls the chain that connects one breast to the other, intensifying the sensation.The chain is thin, resembling a cord that attaches to the ring, conn
Faina GreenSix years later.Snow fell gently over New York, turning the streets into a bright white postcard. It was Christmas Eve, and we had finally arrived at my parents’ house, just three blocks from our mansion. They had moved to the city permanently, unable to stay far from their grandchildren for long.The moment the car stopped, Darya was the first to jump out, her blonde curls bouncing as she ran through the snow.“Grandpa!” she shouted, throwing herself into my father’s arms. He was waiting on the snow-covered lawn.“Darya, careful! What did I say about running, especially in the snow?” Luther warned, but she was already in her grandfather’s arms, apologizing with a radiant smile.
Faina GreenThere were moments when I simply observed.Not as a wife, not as a mother, but as someone still amazed by the miracle of having five very different men living in absolute harmony for me—and for each other.It was a quiet night. The triplets were already asleep. I was wrapped in a light robe, sitting on the living room sofa with a glass of wine in my hand. The five were scattered around me, each in their own rhythm, but always connected.Heros occupied the main armchair, as always. The natural king. He flipped through reports on his tablet, but his free hand rested possessively on my thigh. Even when he didn’t speak, his presence commanded the room. He was the balance—the one who decided when things got tense, the one who imposed order when the others got heated.Beside him, Luther was sprawled on the sofa, his head in my lap. The most obsessive, the most intense. He t
Faina GreenMarco Rossi’s fall was like a stone thrown into a still lake—the ripples spread fast and violently.In less than 72 hours, his empire collapsed. Three of his main allies in Chicago publicly declared loyalty to the ‘Ndrangheta under Heros’s command. Two casinos were shut down by the police after anonymous tips (courtesy of Noah). His remaining accounts were frozen or drained. And most importantly: the video of Marco’s humiliating confession circulated discreetly among the ‘Ndrangheta families, serving as a clear warning.“Don’t threaten the queen."At the mansion, the mood was one of restrained victory. We celebrated quietly, but deeply.It was a warm autumn night. The triplets were sleepi
Faina PetrovWhile I’m in my room, waiting for the plan I suggested to my father to bring good news and hoping they’re all safe, my mother enters silently and closes the door behind her. The worry in her eyes is evident.
Heros GreenThe chaos before us as we arrived at the school was a surreal spectacle. Police cars surrounded the area, their blue and red lights flashing hypnotically, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with tension,
Faina PetrovFinally, we arrive at my father’s house. My heart races again, but this time it’s a dense mix of nervousness and excitement. As I get out of the car, the cold night air envelops me, bringing a familiar scent of pine
And as we head out, the certainty that everything could change at any moment haunts me, like a shadow I can’t leave behind.“And… I still have to go to school. Can I stay home?” I ask behind him







