บททั้งหมดของ I Surrender to Them: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I park in front of the next warehouse. The aged structure looks as discouraging as I feel. I get out, the cold New York air cutting my skin, but a sense of déjà vu follows me. The sound of my own suffering echoes in my mind: screams of denial and frustration.The scene repeats. After leaving bodies scattered on the ground, I signal for my father’s men to take everything.“Where are you?” I shout into the darkness. My voice reverberates and returns to me like a cruel reminder that I’m alone. No answer — only the weight of silence.I give up and return to the car, finally resigning myself to the frustration. Another warehouse that brought none of the answers I desperately wanted. The path to the next and final one becomes increasingly exhausting. Every unsuccessful warehouse is another reminder of how distant our worlds have become.Back in the car, I feel the weight of defeat. The streets of New York may be ruthless, but so am I, and my

Faina PetrovAndrey doesn’t share his father’s surname for reasons of cunning and security. My godfather wants his son to remain unlinked to him, preventing our enemies from using him as leverage. Just like my father did with me and my mother, always prioritizing the family’s protection. That’s why my birth certificate doesn’t carry his name. To those closest to us, I am Faina Petrov—and that’s how I like to be known. To our enemies and the world outside our bubble, Faina Petrov actually died at birth.Deep down, I’ve always had a certain fascination with the criminal world. Guns, money, and theft were part of my daily life. That was how I earned my father’s admiration, showing skill in operations and even surpassing what Andrey could do. However, none of it feels so incredible anymore. The idea of walking into a dirty, rusty warehouse and taking the lives of two of the five men who have been with me — who are also the fathers of my babies — weighs on my heart like

Luther Green I had to wait a month and a half. A month and a half of pure agony, sleepless nights, imagining a thousand scenarios where Liora was hurt, trapped, or — worse — laughing at us. And now here we are again, going after her. Exactly as the message Heros received ordered. Zedekiah traced the number: Moscow. The weight of that confirmation settled into every fiber of my being, mixing with the adrenaline running hot through my veins. Since then, we’ve prepared for this moment with surgical precision. Every detail was aligned. My brothers are positioned outside, hidden in the shadows, ready to act the second we give the signal. Meanwhile, Lohan and I are inside the warehouse, with listening devices and a microcamera installed by Zedekiah to capture everything. This technology is just another extension of our plan — a way to turn every word spoken here into a weapon we’ll use against them. The tension in the air is almost palpable. Th

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 my veins as I tried to process what was happening.There they were, and in the background, I could make out a familiar figure—Liora. She was with an older man who looked like a figure of authority, and together they got into the vehicle. Fury rose in me like a wave.“We follow them,” I told Noah and Zedekiah, urgency clear in my voice. I didn’t want to waste any more time. The idea of losing my brothers was intolerable.With skill, Philip maneuvered the car, tailing the vehicle carrying Luther and Lohan. The road stretched out before us, tension thick in the air. The car skidded around a curve and, on impulse, came to an abrupt stop.Adrenaline pulsed thr

Heros Green The weeks drag on, and our manipulation plan begins to unfold. The tension between Kingston and Borisov grows like a storm about to break. The seeds of distrust, carefully planted by Zedekiah, are starting to bloom. He proves himself a master strategist, gathering audios and videos that expose Kingston’s betrayals. As we watch the recordings in the office, the image of Kingston falling apart becomes clear. Zedekiah comments with a malicious smile: “They have no idea what’s coming. We’re going to turn them against each other and watch the collapse.” The control Kingston thought he had slips away like sand through his fingers. He soon discovers he was nothing more than a pawn in Borisov’s game. The manipulated transactions and Zedekiah’s insinuations dismantle his reign, leading to his growing isolation. The trust of his allies vanish