LOGINFaina Petrov
While 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.
“Are you okay, my love?” she asks, and I nod. “Faina, we need to talk,” she says, her voice low but urgent. She sits beside me on the bed
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
Faina GreenTwo months after my official decision, the inevitable moment arrived.My first trip to Moscow.It wouldn’t be long — only four days — but it was the first time I would leave the triplets for so long since they were born. My heart ached just thinking about it.The day before the trip, I spent the entire afternoon in the nursery. Darya was in my lap, clinging to my shirt as if she could sense I was leaving. Vasily crawled around us, and Yakov slept peacefully in his crib.“Mama…” Darya babbled, pressing her little face against my chest.Tears threatened to fall. I kissed the top of her head.“Mama will come back soon, my love. I promise.”The five of them entered the room in silence. They knew exactly how I was feeling.
Faina GreenThe days that followed were calm on the surface, but turbulent inside.I spent most of my time with the triplets—breastfeeding, playing on the rug, and watching their curious little eyes discover the world. Darya was already trying to crawl with determination, Vasily was the quietest and most observant, and Yakov laughed at everything his siblings did. They were my peace.But at night, when the babies were asleep, the conversation with Heros kept returning to my mind like a shadow.One week after our talk on the balcony, my phone rang. It was my father.I answered in Heros’s office, with all five of them present. I put it on speaker.“Daughter.” His voice sounded older and more tired than the last time. “I hope you’re well.”“I am, Dad. And Mom?”“Your mo
Faina GreenI woke up slowly, my body deliciously and deeply sore.Every muscle ached, my pussy and ass throbbed, and my skin was covered in hickeys, fingerprints, and bite marks. Yet I was smiling even before I opened my eyes.I was in the center of the huge bed, surrounded by the five of them. The room still smelled of sex, melted candles, and our mixed scents.Heros was lying face-to-face with me, one possessive arm wrapped around my waist. Luther was behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his half-hard cock resting against my ass. Noah held my hand, fingers intertwined even in sleep, his arm draped over Luther’s. Lohan lay on the other side of Heros, and Zedekiah was partially on top of me, his face buried in my neck, breathing peacefully.I
Heros GreenThe atmosphere inside the car is heavy as we drive back home, the tension between us palpable. We recently gained an unexpected ally — one of Arthur’s contacts who, after a very “persuasive” meeting with Zedekiah, agreed to help us. It wasn’t friendly words that convinced him
I park in front of the next warehouse. The aged structure looks as discouraging as I feel. I get out, the cold New York air cutting my skin, but a sense of déjà vu follows me. The sound of my own suffering echoes in my mind: screams of denial and frustration.The scene repeats
Faina Petrov As I arrive in New York, a shy smile forms on my face, almost involuntarily, while hope settles in my heart. The expectation of seeing the fathers of my babies again is a flame burning brightly amid the darkness of my current life. Anxiety and happiness intertwine in m
Noah Green The tension in the air is palpable as my brothers and I gather in our secret base. Our eyes are fixed on the laptop screen glowing softly in the dim office. The bluish light reflects on our faces, turning the room into a scene straight out of a spy movie. We finally have







