Mag-log inFaina 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. Meanwhile, Heros and Lohan went to one of the warehouses with their soldiers, while I stayed here with Luther, Noah, and Zedekiah. All of us are glued to the computer screens, monitoring the cameraFaina 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,
Faina GreenTWO AND A HALF WEEKS BEFORE.We just returned from a mission, and, with the children at my parents’ house, we take the opportunity to enjoy the house that is now ours alone.“Open your legs a little more, doll.” Zedekiah is behind me, with his cock rubbing against my ass, and I feel the cold metal of the apadravya he recently got. I do what he requests or orders. “A little more… like that!”He slaps my right buttock hard, and a moan escapes my lips while I bite my lip. His hands slide down my back, over my ribs until they reach my breasts, where his thumbs begin to play with the piercings on my nipples. All five loved my new jewels.“Love, I’m going to love playing with these piercings,” he says, biting and sucking the skin on my neck.With a firm movement, he pulls the chain that connects one breast to the other, intensifying the sensation.The chain is thin, resembling a cord that attaches to the ring, conn
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.
Liora VossI couldn’t stop shaking.My hands were red, slick with his blood, as I pressed the gauze against the deep wound on Luther’s side. The metallic smell dominated the room, mixing with sweat and the faint citrus scent that still clung to him. Every breath he took was weak and irregular. And e
Luther GreenI looked around and saw the bodies sprawled across the floor of the Black Velvet. The fighting around me had finally quieted. A final surge of fury ran through me. This battle hadn’t been just physical—it was a defen
Luther GreenI sat at the dark wooden table in the Black Velvet, one of our bars in New York. The atmosphere was warm, with amber lights casting dancing shadows on the exposed brick walls. The scent of aged whiskey and expensive tobacco hung
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







