LOGINLuther Green
The 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. Something inside me twisted violently. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to possess her. I wanted to be the center of her world, the man who would fill every void life had left behind.
“Has anyone suspected her disappearance yet?” Noah asked.
“Not so far. The mother believes she’s dead, thanks to the fake report. I’m still monitoring.”
Heros ended the call and looked at us, his face impassive.
“Everything she said is true. She was just a girl in the wrong place.”
Relief washed over me like a wave. I stepped up to the desk and planted my hands on it.
“Then there’s no reason to keep her as a prisoner anymore,” I declared, my voice firm and determined. “Let’s make her ours.”
Heros watched me for a long moment, analyzing.
“She could still refuse.”
“She won’t,” I replied, convinced, almost defiant. “We’ll show her this is where she belongs. That with us, she’ll never feel alone again.”
Noah frowned, ever the most cautious one.
“Let’s take it slow. She’s terrified.”
“I know,” I murmured. “But I also know she needs us as much as we need her.”
I went down to the bedroom where we had moved Liora after taking her out of the basement. My heart was pounding. She was sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, wearing an oversized black t-shirt Noah had given her. Even like that — with her hair still messy and her eyes red from crying — she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
When I entered, Liora tensed, but she didn’t pull away. Her eyes met mine with that dangerous mix of fear and curiosity that left me completely obsessed.
“You…” she murmured.
“Luther,” I finished, closing the door behind me with a soft click. “The brother you think is obsessed with you.”
She swallowed hard but held my gaze.
“And am I?”
“Completely.”
I approached slowly and stopped a few steps away. I didn’t want to scare her. Not now that she had accepted.
“My brothers and I confirmed everything. You have no connection to the Bratva. You were just a girl coming home from school. But unfortunately… you saw too much. We can’t let you leave.”
Liora lowered her eyes to her hands, her fingers gripping the sheet.
“So what’s going to happen to me?”
“We have a proposal.”
She lifted her eyes again, waiting, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“We want you to stay. To be ours.” I took a deep breath before continuing. “All of us. Heros, Noah, Lohan, Zedekiah, and me. The Brotherhood Law says if one of us wants you, we all want you. You would be protected, cared for, desired. Your mother would remain safe and never want for anything again. You’d have everything you could want. Luxury, security, pleasure… and us.”
Liora stayed silent for a long time. Her fingers gripped the sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white.
“You want me to be… the woman of all five of you?”
“Yes,” I answered with total honesty. “Not just sex. We want you in our lives. We want to know you. Protect you. Make you happy. I know it sounds crazy. I know you’re scared. But think about it: going back to a life where your mother forgets you, where you’re alone every night… or staying here, where five men would do anything for you.”
She bit her lower lip, clearly conflicted. Tears shimmered in her eyes before she blinked them away.
“And if I refuse?”
“We won’t kill you,” I assured her, taking another step closer. “But we couldn’t let you go with those memories. We’d have to take other measures. Measures I’d rather avoid.”
The silence stretched between us. I saw fear, doubt, and exhaustion warring inside her.
“You’re monsters…” she whispered finally.
“We are,” I admitted, closing the final distance and stopping right in front of her. “But we can be your monsters. We can be whatever you need.”
Liora closed her eyes for a long moment. When she opened them again, there was resignation in them… and something more. A spark of acceptance.
“Okay,” she said, her voice low and shaky. “I accept.”
My heart raced. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t have much choice… but I also don’t want to go back to that empty life. If you really will protect me… if you’ll take care of my mother… then yes. I accept being yours.”
I moved closer and carefully cupped her face in my hands. My thumb caressed her cheek with a tenderness I rarely showed.
“You won’t regret it, Liora. We’ll give you the world.”
She trembled slightly under my touch but didn’t pull away.
“Just… be patient with me,” she asked, almost pleading. “All of this still scares me.”
“We will,” I promised, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “We’ll go slow. At your pace. But know this: from today on, you’re not alone anymore. Never again.”
When I pulled back, I saw that something had changed in her eyes. The fear was still there, but so was curiosity. And a small, hesitant spark of desire.
Liora Voss had accepted.
She was ours now.
And I could hardly wait to show her exactly what that meant.
Faina GreenThe morning after Christmas dawned cold and gray, as if the sky knew something heavy was about to enter our home.I could still feel my body deliciously sore from the night before. Every step down the main staircase reminded me of Heros’s hands gripping my hips, Luther’s cock stretching my ass while Noah fucked me slowly, and Zedekiah’s hungry gaze as he came in my mouth. I smiled to myself, adjusting the thick wool sweater that hid the purple marks on my neck.In the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee, pancakes, and bacon filled the air. The quintuplets were already a mess—Yelena and Alicia fighting over a strawberry, Finnian trying to climb onto the counter, Alexander laughing, and Damon watching everything with that premature seriousness that worried me.
Faina GreenThe golden morning light streamed through the high windows of the living room, warming the Persian rug where my children sat. I watched the triplets — Darya, Yakov, and Vasily, full of their twelve-year-old energy — while explaining the system I had created years ago. But my mind, as always in these quiet moments, traveled six years into the past.I remembered the day after the birth of the five.The delivery was chaotic.Five babies. Five miracles crying at the same time in the operating room. Yelena and Alicia came first — the identical twins, dark hair and blue eyes. Then Finnian and Alexander, brown-haired like Luther, one with amber eyes like their father and the other with green eyes. Last came Damon, the quietest, his eyes already attentive t
Faina GreenSix years later.Snow fell gently over New York, turning the streets into a bright white postcard. It was Christmas Eve, and we had finally arrived at my parents’ house, just three blocks from our mansion. They had moved to the city permanently, unable to stay far from their grandchildren for long.The moment the car stopped, Darya was the first to jump out, her blonde curls bouncing as she ran through the snow.“Grandpa!” she shouted, throwing herself into my father’s arms. He was waiting on the snow-covered lawn.“Darya, careful! What did I say about running, especially in the snow?” Luther warned, but she was already in her grandfather’s arms, apologizing with a radiant smile.My children were now five and a half years old, and time really flew. I still remembered clearly the day I first held them—tiny, crying, and perfect.“Oh, let it go. It’s just snow. If she falls, it’s not the end of the world, right?
Faina Green “Sorry for shouting,” he says before kissing me. I reciprocate his kiss, bringing my hands to his hair, losing myself in this moment of intimacy.He lays me on the bed and gets on top of me. He doesn’t use the handcuffs to tie my hands but ties them above my head. With his knee, he spreads my legs, and his cock guides itself inside me.I sigh when I feel him entering and exiting twice, thrusting hard and deep. His eyes are locked on mine until he looks away and his mouth approaches my neck, kissing me with desire. I look up, contemplating through the mirror on the ceiling the movement of the muscles on his tanned back.It’s the most beautiful sight of all.His ass is whiter than any other part of his body and contracts as he penetrates me and pulls out of me.I want to touch him, but his hands prevent me.Faced with this, he intensifies the kisses and licks on my skin, provoking me to long for a kiss that he
Faina Green“Stop!” Noah holds my arms firmly. “You could hurt yourself.”“I want to get out of here!”“Faina,” Lohan sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. “Try to understand us… We found this letter in your things, and it shows that something more serious could be happening. We waited two weeks for you to tell us about this, but you said nothing.”“What do you think we would think?” Noah continues, still holding my arms firmly.“You were right! I’m sorry for not talking about Peter. I thought I could solve this alone.” I look at my hands, recognizing that they are right.“That’s the problem! You’re no longer alone, and you don’t need to face anything alone. We know you’re capable of handling situations. We’ve seen you in action,” Noah says, caressing my arms in a comforting way. “But we want to take care of you because we love you and not because we doubt your ability.”“Can we take care of you, F
Faina Green“Then there’s no reason for it to be a punishment, unless you’re hiding something from us.” Zedekiah raises his hand, the cold rings sliding over my warm back, goosebumps on my skin.Do I have something to hide? No! Well… Maybe I broke the nose of the guy who tried to touch me yesterday, but I don’t think that’s the reason. They couldn’t have found out. Not yet.“She won’t give in,” Heros says, standing up from where he was, now shirtless and with his jeans slipping down his hips.Oh, shit! I close my eyes for a moment, trying to understand why this situation.“Look, I was about to say that Dad wants to train the children like he did with me,” I say quickly, in the hope of changing the course of the conversation.“Really?” he questions, his expression becoming more serious. “We’re not going to involve the triplets in the mafia, much less our little one. Your father is trying to summon Vasily, but we won’t allow that,
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
Faina Petrov What we expected finally happened. My father attacked the warehouses, causing delays in the Green brothers’ business. They are trying to provoke a response, pushing their men to react, but we — ever since they settled here in New York — have stayed silent.
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
Heros GreenEmotions were running high when we finally reached the building where my brothers were. But before we could do anything, I spotted them. My heart raced at the sight of Luther and Lohan being carried by several men, unconscious, and loaded into a car. Adrenaline surged through







