LOGINZedekiah Green
We lost some of our most trusted men, including Jake and Kane, and the loss sinks like a stone in my stomach. A friend of ours, infiltrated in the police, sent me the data on the bodies found in the car at the gate of her school, and the coldness of that information hit me with the force of a punch. It’s a brutal reminder that danger surrounds us, always lurking, waiting for the opportunity to devour us.
<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
Faina PetrovFuck. The weight of the situation crushed me like an invisible hand around my throat. I didn’t want to have to shoot my father’s men. Goddamn it. If it weren’t for Luther's and Lohan’s endless questions, we could have already slipped out the back without
Luther Green I had to wait a month and a half. A month and a half of pure agony, sleepless nights, imagining a thousand scenarios where Liora was hurt, trapped, or — worse — laughing at us. And now here we are again, going after her. Exactly as the message Heros received ordered. Z
Heros GreenMoscow, Ulitsa Arbat (Arbat Street)The cold wind cut through the air like invisible blades while Noah, Zedekiah, and I positioned ourselves in an abandoned building a few blocks from the warehouse where Luther and Lohan had infiltrated.
Faina PetrovAndrey doesn’t share his father’s surname for reasons of cunning and security. My godfather wants his son to remain unlinked to him, preventing our enemies from using him as leverage. Just like my father did with me and my mother, always prioritizing the family’s protection.







