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Luther GreenI can’t believe I fell in love with the daughter of my first girlfriend, the woman I always believed I had killed. I knew the resemblance was too much; everything about her reminded me of Alicia.But when we investigated her life, we found nothing linking them. She really knew how to hide her true identity from us, from the ‘Ndrangheta.I’m at the hotel bar, drinking my fourth shot of vodka. The burn of the liquor helps me forget, even if only for a moment.“You really didn’t know that Dad saved her and helped her escape?” I ask Heros, confusion still reverberating in my mind.“No, I didn’t know. But it doesn’t surprise me that he managed to find out about you two. One of our soldiers must have told him your steps. After all, he was their Capo.”“And now, what do I do? You must be happy—you never liked her.”“Actually, I like Faina as much as you do. The problem is I’m afraid to show it. After all the disapp

Zedekiah GreenLuther disappeared, and Heros went after him, diving into a sea of uncertainty. The revelation that Faina’s mother was Alicia—the woman his past insisted on hiding—was a shock that reverberated among us and left a trail of unanswered questions. What else could this girl surprise us with? Our wedding plans, scheduled for tomorrow, seemed to have collapsed under the weight of this new truth.Pyotr, Faina’s father, demanded that we keep our distance from her, but that was impossible, especially now that she was pregnant with us. The protective instinct boils inside me, and the certainty that we will not tolerate any separation increases. My brother, although upset and hurt, is obsessed with her. He won’t let go of our children, much less her.“Heros is with him. " Lohan enters the room we r

Seven months later… Faina Green I woke up wrapped in heat and pleasure. A low, hoarse moan escaped my throat before my eyes even opened. Luther’s hot, wet, voracious mouth was between my thighs. His tongue slid slowly over my soaked pussy, circling my swollen clit with deliberate, hungry strokes, as if he wanted to savor every drop of me. “Luther…” I whispered, my voice still rough with sleep. From my other side, Lohan ran his large, calloused hand up my waist, squeezing my breast with possessive tenderness while his mouth trailed down my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin just below my ear. “Good morning, our queen,” Lohan murmured against my skin, his deep voice thick with desire. “Did you sleep well, love? We need to be quick before the babies start crying.” His hands moved toward my breasts. I quickly batted them away, stopping his advance. They were

Faina GreenThe mansion’s library was immersed in a cozy twilight. Only the floor lamp beside the Chesterfield sofa lit the space, casting soft shadows over the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The scent of leather, old paper, and Noah’s woody cologne wrapped around me like a warm embrace.I was lying on the wide sofa, wearing only a black silk robe, open at the front. Noah was kneeling between my legs, completely naked. His defined, clean body — without a single tattoo — glowed softly under the golden light. His clear, intense blue eyes watched me with a deep devotion that always disarmed me.“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh with reverence. “And I’m the luckiest man in the world for being allowed to touch you like this.”His large, gentl

Faina GreenLuther was waiting for me in the mansion’s private cinema room — a dark, luxurious space with red velvet armchairs and a massive screen. The lights were dim, with only the blue glow of the projector illuminating his big, tense body.He was sitting in the center of the wide sofa, legs spread, shirtless, wearing only black pants. The moment I walked in, his dark eyes locked onto me with that obsessive hunger that always took my breath away.“Finally,” he growled, his voice deep and heavy. “Come here, Faina. Now.”I barely took two steps before Luther was already on his feet. He pulled me hard against his chest, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other possessively squeezing my waist. The kiss was immediate—wild, almost desperate. His tongue invaded my mouth, teeth biting my lower lip, as if he needed to con