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Zedekiah GreenI feel adrenaline pulsing through my veins as I lead Faina to a hidden passage in the floor of our mansion. When I open the door leading to the underground tunnel, the discovery awaits us—a passage into a parallel world. The staircase stretches before us, a path that will take us away from the danger lurking nearby.“Is this what I’m thinking?” she asks, a mischievous smile lighting up her face as I glance down into the darkness below.“Where does this lead?” Boris asks, holding her arm and preventing her from following me.“Yes, it’s exactly that,” I reply, nodding. And I look at him. “To a safe place!”I start descending the steps, each one creaking under my weight, as if the past were watching me.Faina follows me, and soon after, Boris; their footsteps are rhythmic on the trail of uncertainty portrayed by cold stone walls. The environment quickly becomes cool and damp, a mix of mold and moisture impregnating th

Heros GreenI’m on my knees in front of that damn Petrov, the weight of despair and battle accumulating in my body. Luther lies fallen beside me, and the situation unfolds like a nightmare. Luther had asked me not to kill him when we first spotted him—because of Faina. And now he has a gun pointed at my head. The only thing standing between me and death is a thread of hopeless conversation.“Where is my daughter?” he shouts, yanking my hair with brutal force. I feel the pain of his grip.An involuntary smile forms on my lips; it only makes him angrier. I laugh through the pain. Luther groans beside me, crushed under the weight of that bastard Borisov, who steps on his wounded leg, triggering a new wave of agony.I’m tired of this farce. Damn girl, forgive me, but it’s time to act.His big mistake was letting my hands stay free. With almost cynical disdain, I spit some of the bloo

Luther GreenWe pace back and forth in the emergency area outside the hospital, an anxious group seeking any news that might bring relief. Tension hangs in the air, almost palpable, as we try to face the anguish of uncertainty. Faina and our babies. I hope everything is okay and that we don’t lose any of the four.“Why didn’t I kill that bastard right away before I had her in my arms?” The words escape my lips, accompanied by unrestrained frustration. I sit on the floor, hands on my head and feet planted, anxious and full of guilt for not having taken decisive action sooner.“Relax, brother. It’s not your fault,” Lohan squeezes my shoulders in a gesture that mixes comfort and urgency. “No one imagined he would recover so quickly from the punches and shots he took.”“Are you sure he’s dead?” I ask him, my red eyes betraying the emotional weight I carry.“Yes. Zedekiah unloaded two full magazines into him. He’ll have to be buried in a close

Faina PetrovWe came to the cabin since our house is now just charred rubble. Noah led us through an emergency entrance, well hidden in the backyard grass of the destroyed house. Seeing everything in ruins caused a deep pain in my chest.We decided to bring my father with his eyes blindfolded, even knowing this precaution was unnecessary. I insisted he wouldn’t harm us, but distrust still hung in the air. They continued to claim that my father was considered an enemy, a threat who could not know the escape route. To me, this was nonsense, and I bet my father rolled his eyes under the blindfold covering his vision.“So, you’re telling me Borisov was plotting with this Arthur guy to take my place?” My father asks while part of us are settled on the small cabin’s sofa.“Yes,” Heros replies, standing near the door with his arms crossed. “And we have proof—audios we got from a phone conversation between them. Besides selling weapons without your knowle

Faina PetrovThe moment of happiness is abruptly interrupted when I enter the hotel room and see my mother. Hugging her, a sudden joy turns into a wave of dread that stirs my insides. Even with everything seeming harmonious between my father and the Green brothers, a storm still breathes silently, waiting to be unleashed. My mind is consumed by the agony of the imminent revelation—I have to tell Luther that I am the daughter of his ex-girlfriend, the one he believes he killed with his own hand.“Mom, what are we going to do?” I ask, pacing back and forth like a tiger in a cage, anxiety consuming me. The wedding is tomorrow. Tomorrow!She sighs, crossing her arms as if trying to protect herself from the instability that has already settled between us.“It’s better to tell everything at once, Faina.” Her voice is calm, but nervousness shines in her eyes. “He’ll find out as soon as he sees me at the altar.”I swallow hard, the gravity of her