บททั้งหมดของ I Surrender to Them: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Heros GreenNew York, Todt Hill — 3 days laterThe air inside the office was dense, almost palpable. The scent of aged whiskey mingled with the aged leather of the furniture and the residual smoke of Cuban cigars that still lingered in the environment. I found myself seated behind the imposing dark mahogany desk, the same place my father had occupied for decades with an iron fist. Now it was mine. Capo di tutti capi of the 'Ndrangheta on the American East Coast. I'm thirty-four years old, and the weight of the entire empire is on my shoulders.For the first time in a long time, I was seriously questioning one of my decisions.We discovered her name when we searched her backpack, cellphone, and documents with clinical care: Liora Elena Voss. Eighteen years old, freshly turned. An ordinary Russian girl who made the fatal mistake of turning down the wrong alley at the wrong time. And, try as I might, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that bringing her into our home had been a gr

Noah GreenHeros gathered us in the office and told us everything. Luther’s growing obsession with Liora. How he saw in her a chance for redemption, a living shadow of Alicia. After many questions, we finally understood the real reason behind the Brotherhood Law—the rule our eldest brother created after the disaster with Alicia. He always said that any feeling beyond the carnal was weakness. Vulnerability. And now, with Liora here, all of us were tangled in this dangerous web.The code was clear: if one of us wanted her, we all wanted her. No exceptions. No jealousy that could destroy the family from within.I should have felt bothered. I should have seen it as just another problem to manage. But, against all reason, her image wouldn’t leave my head. That ethereal beauty, the air of innocence mixed with that spark of rebellion in her eyes… It was hard not to notice. Hard not to feel curious. And, I admit, desire.Lohan and Zedekiah seemed to have accepted the situation, each in his ow

Luther GreenThe office was submerged in shadows. Only the desk lamp partially lit my brothers’ faces, casting long shadows that danced across the dark walls. The tension was thick, almost electric. I couldn’t stay still. I paced back and forth, my body vibrating with an explosive mix of anxiety, possessiveness, and something deeper I could barely name.When the phone finally rang, Heros put it on speaker without hesitation.“Capo,” Kurt’s voice came through, clear and firm. “I got everything.”“Talk,” Heros ordered.“Liora Elena Voss. Eighteen years old. Enrolled in a public school in Moscow. Average student, stands out in the arts. No history of involvement with any organization. Her mother, Mackenzie, works long shifts as a nurse. The girl spent most of her time home alone. Superficial friends, no major influence. Nothing indicates any connection to the Bratva.”As Kurt spoke, I pictured Liora in that lonely routine. A beautiful, intelligent girl, forgotten by her own mother. Somet

Liora VossI woke slowly, still caught in a confused, heated dream. A low moan slipped from my throat before I even opened my eyes. There was a wet, hot, insistent sensation between my legs—a slow, skilled tongue sliding along my swollen pussy, gently sucking my clit.My body reacted before my mind could catch up. My hips moved on their own, seeking more contact.“Hmm…” I moaned softly, still half-asleep.That’s when I realized where I was.In the king-sized bed. Surrounded by them.Luther was between my spread thighs, his face buried in my pussy, licking me with lazy, possessive hunger. His dark eyes watched me over my shoulder, gleaming with satisfaction at my reaction.

Heros GreenThe main warehouse looked like a war zone when our two armored SUVs stopped at the destroyed entrance. Black smoke still rose from the twisted metal structures, mixing with the heavy stench of burnt plastic, gunpowder, and diesel. The main doors had been blown apart, and what remained of the merchandise stock lay scattered across the floor in charred piles. Boxes of weapons, bales of cocaine, and packages of counterfeit money—everything that represented weeks of work—were now nothing but smoking wreckage.I stepped out of the car first, my hand already on my pistol holster. The night air felt thick and heavy, as if the city itself were holding its breath. Behind me, Noah and Zedekiah exited the second vehicle. Luther, Lohan, and the two soldiers guarding Liora stayed in her SUV, keeping her protected inside the armored car.