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
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