LOGINFaina Petrov
Finally, 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 that seems to emanate from the small forest surrounding the property. I take a deep breath; the smell of fresh, damp earth calms me before I head to the door.
Faina GreenThe hunt for Marco Rossi lasted six endless days and six endless nights.Every hour was slow torture. I barely slept. During the day I stayed with the triplets, trying to memorize every smile, every laugh, every chubby little hand gripping my finger, as if I feared something could take them from me. At night, I went down to the war room and became someone else — the cold, calculating, and merciless Pakhan the world needed to see.Heros never left my side. Luther barely slept, pacing like a caged animal. Noah lived buried in screens, tracking every movement, every call, and every cent Marco tried to hide. Lohan, still with his shoulder bandaged, refused to stay out of it. Zedekiah… Zedekiah was the quietest of all, but his eyes gleamed with a dark promise every time Marco’s name was mentioned.
Faina GreenSoft morning light filtered through the windows of the family living room. After a nearly sleepless night, I had insisted on spending the entire morning with the triplets. They were my center. The reason for everything.Darya was in my lap, trying to stuff my hair into her mouth while laughing. Vasily crawled between Luther’s legs, clapping every time he managed to touch his father’s foot. Yakov slept peacefully on Heros’s chest while he slowly stroked the baby’s back with protective movements.“They have no idea what happened yesterday,” I murmured, kissing the top of Darya’s head.Lohan, with his shoulder bandaged and arm in a sling, sat carefully beside me. Despite the pain, he smiled as he watched Vasily try to climb his leg.
Faina GreenThe calm lasted exactly eleven days.Eleven days of relative peace—babies growing, hot nights in my husband's arms, virtual meetings with the Moscow council running surprisingly smoothly after Viktor’s fall.Then hell came knocking again.It was a rainy autumn afternoon when Heros entered the nursery with a grim expression. I was breastfeeding Darya while Vasily and Yakov played on the rug.“We need to go downstairs,” he said quietly. “Now.”I left the babies with the trusted nanny and followed him down to the war room. Luther, Noah, Lohan, and Zedekiah were already there, their faces grave.Heros turned on the projector.A photo appeared on the screen: a man around forty, dangerously handsome, with neatly cut black hair, cold green
Faina GreenThe interrogation room in the mansion’s basement was white, cold, and impersonal. No windows. No sound. Just a metal chair bolted to the floor, a small table, and harsh fluorescent lights that left no shadows.Viktor Kuznetsov was handcuffed to the chair, his shirt torn, his face swollen from the transport. Dried blood at the corner of his mouth. Still, when he saw me enter accompanied by the five, he managed a crooked, defiant smile.“Came to watch the show, little girl?”Heros closed the door behind us with a metallic click that echoed like a death sentence.I sat in the chair across from him, crossing my legs. My voice came out low, almost gentle:“You threatened
Faina GreenThe underground meeting room was silent, lit only by the large screens. It was 3 a.m. in New York and 11 a.m. in Moscow. I sat at the head of the table, wearing an impeccable black suit, my hair in an elegant bun, and subtle makeup. I looked calm on the outside. Inside, my heart was pounding.Heros was on my right, Luther on my left. Noah, Lohan, and Zedekiah occupied the other seats, forming a protective barrier. All of them are armed. All of them are ready.The screens lit up. Twenty-two faces appeared—the full Bratva Council.My father was present, sitting in the background, silent. Viktor Kuznetsov occupied the center of the main screen, his expression arrogant.I didn’t waste time.“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” I began, voice firm and clear. “We called this meeting because I le
Faina GreenThe private jet touched down in New York just after ten at night. I could barely stay still in my seat. My heart was pounding—a mix of relief and longing that almost hurt physically.“Easy, malen'kaya,” Heros murmured, squeezing my hand. “They’re fine. Your mother sent pictures two hours ago.”Still, the moment the plane stopped, I was the first down the stairs. The armored car was already waiting. The drive back to the mansion felt endless.When we finally walked through the front door, the silence was comforting. Mackenzie greeted us in the hall with a tired but warm smile.“They fell asleep a little while ago. They were restless all day… missing their mom.”I didn’t wait another second. I practically ran up the stairs, the five of them right behind me.I opened the nursery d
Luther GreenAdrenaline pulsed through my veins as I sped toward the warehouse, my brothers’ tension mirroring my own. The city lights blurred around us, but what truly mattered was what might be happening inside. We’d been told
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
Liora VossTomorrow arrived, and our bubble of happiness, which seemed so perfect, unfortunately burst. Now, the battle within me is intense, a constant struggle between my conscience and my heart. Should I tell them everything, revealing ev
I feel my heart race, a mix of nervousness and adrenaline. His gaze is intense and demanding, as if he’s trying to penetrate my defenses and unravel every one of my secrets. The atmosphere between us becomes heavy, filled with a tension that drags like an ele







