LOGINFaina Green
The 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
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
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
Liora VossThe other side of the bed was empty and messy, a silent reminder of the turmoil from the night before. I looked toward the window and saw that the sun was already high in the sky, casting a vibrant light that contrasted sharply with the darkness still weighing on my chest. The silence in
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







