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 and holds my hand firmly.
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
Faina GreenStill dripping water from the pool, the five of them carried me inside the mansion like a wet, breathless trophy. Luther threw me over his broad shoulder and gave my wet ass a hard slap as we climbed the stairs.The gourmet kitchen was lit only by warm indirect lights and the moonlight streaming through the huge glass window. The central black marble island gleamed, clean and inviting.Luther laid me on my back on the cold island. The contrast between the icy marble and my hot skin made me arch my back with a moan.“Look at her…” Heros murmured, running his large hand over my wet stomach. “One year married and she’s still this wet for us.”Noah opened the fridge and took out a big tub of fresh whipped cream, chocolate syrup, strawberries, and a bottle of chilled champagne. Zedekiah smiled with th
Luther GreenMy brothers watch me as if I’m a bomb about to detonate. Maybe I am.The stitches from the wounds I received at the Black Velvet have healed, but the rage inside me remains an open, festering wound. The doctor said I needed another week of complete rest. I stared at him until he lowered
Liora VossHeros decided he wouldn’t leave me alone at home. His brothers had left early to handle different matters—Luther and Noah were at the port collecting a debt, while Lohan and Zedekiah were checking a shipment arriving that night. The Ndrangheta headquarters was the only place he considered
Liora VossThe room was submerged in a heavy gloom, lit only by the weak yellowish light from the lamp beside the bed. Luther slept deeply, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm due to the strong sedatives Noah had administered. The thick scent of dried blood, antiseptic, m
Liora VossI couldn’t stop shaking.My hands were red, slick with his blood, as I pressed the gauze against the deep wound on Luther’s side. The metallic smell dominated the room, mixing with sweat and the faint citrus scent that still clung to him. Every breath he took was weak and irregular. And e







