CHAPTER 57 — HEROS GREEN

We go down to the kitchen and find Luther and Noah on their phones, talking to one of our people who are in town. Zedekiah goes straight to his notebook, which he had left on the kitchen counter.

—Charles, did you say something? — I ask as soon as I sit down in front of them. Faina walks past me and settles in next to me, acting as if her father's presence in New York is the least of her problems as she begins to eat breakfast.

— They haven't done anything yet; They must be planning which attack to carry out first. — Noah responds, typing something on his phone.

— Philip, you saw a dark car parked nearby a little while ago. — Luther says, looking firmly at Faina, who continues eating — You are very calm.

She takes a few seconds to respond, finishing chewing and taking a sip of orange juice before speaking.

— My father is calculating; we need to act like him. — she resumes her meal calmly.

— Faina! — I draw her attention, and she watches me from behind the glass of juice she is drinking — What are you hiding from us?

— My father knows me as well as I know him. — she wipes the corners of her mouth with a napkin — He won't act first; It will wait for you to attack to counterattack, taking advantage of this time to observe everything, collect data and understand how you behave to use it against you. He is patient, extremely patient.

“He can remain here in New York, next to us, for days without doing anything, just watching our steps, how we work and negotiate, where we go and who we associate with, etc. Dostoevsky is different; he is impulsive like Andrey, he wants to act quickly, but with my father around, he will control himself.”

—And what do you suggest? — Luther asks — That we stay here, waiting for them to invade our house, our warehouses, destroying our shipments of weapons and drugs? Our nightclubs, put an end to everything?

— You want us to lose everything so we can act later, is that it? — Zedekiah, crosses his arms, waiting for her response to him.

— Like I said, my father knows me and he knows that I wasn't “kidnapped”, that I let myself be taken by you. He knows I'm here because I want to or that maybe I'm planning something.

— And then? — Zedekiah asks.

— They sit down and eat, as we still have a few hours or days before he starts to act. — She goes back to eating, taking another piece of yesterday's strawberry pie. — Is there still that pizza left? I hope no one touched her. If not, I will be quite irritated.

— For someone who was so desperate yesterday to leave and hide, you're pretty calm today. — I comment as I watch her get up and go to the fridge, smiling when she sees the pizza box and bringing it back to where we are sitting.

— I would rather not have to face my father and have him find out like this that his grandchildren are the children of his enemies, at least not at this moment. I'm sure he wouldn't do anything to me that would put our babies' lives at risk, but that doesn't stop him from taking action against you. — She takes a slice of pizza and takes a big bite, groaning with satisfaction. — But, as I've been told, perhaps I'm underestimating you. My father and godfather have always spoken highly of Christopher and how relentless he is in business. He is an excellent shooter and fighter. A great friend, until the moment he decides to betray them and becomes a worthy rival.

— That's not how things happened… — Noah starts to say, but she doesn't listen, continuing.

— Given what I heard, we believe we will be fine. The only weapon they had were me and Andrey, one dead and I'm here. The difference is six to two.

— And do you really think they would come without support to deal with us? — Noah, he says, crossing his arms, Faina's eyes dart to them, but practically to the veins bulging from his muscles.

— No! They're not imbeciles. They probably brought one of their best men with them, but I have faith that you can handle the situation, right? After all, you showed great courage in going after me, even after I asked you not to.

We have Boris, he is the best sniper and he is with us. But we must be careful with my godfather, and Kravtsov, his personal guard, that man has iron muscles, but he is stupid. It's important to focus on your vulnerable areas, such as behind the ear and ribs. Never allow him to keep them tied to the floor or wall; Once the scams start, it's too late.

— Andrey, as I mentioned, is dead. He didn't have an iron fist, but he knew how to defend himself. He had a habit of talking a lot and provoking, distraction was his specialty. Not only that, but he used his anger against you and often managed to beat you that way, although he acted slowly due to his arrogance and underestimating his opponents. I always ended up saving his skin in confrontations. However, he was very intelligent and cunning, as well as being very observant.

She gets lost in memories when mentioning her ex, regardless of who he was in her life.

— Why are you talking about him if he's already gone? — asks Lohan, irritated — Did you love him?

— No. There was a period when I thought he could be more than a friend, as we shared interests and grew together, but after you, no one else was able to awaken my thoughts and quicken my heart. Andrey, he never had a chance with me.

— So, avoid talking anymore about this fool because if he were alive, I would kill him again. I would just unload a magazine of bullets into him. — Luther is angry, with an aggressive expression in his eyes.

— And what else should we be careful about? I ask.

— Dostoevsky, he and my father hardly get involved in confrontations, as there are people who do it for them. However, if he realizes that he is disadvantaged, we must exercise caution. He is agile with weapons and has exceptional fighting skills, attacking weak points regardless of whether they are low blows. He only finishes after killing someone — leaving the pizza and pie aside, she continues — He is cunning, cunning, and cruel. There's no mercy on anyone's part. Especially towards the one who murdered his only son.

“I'm afraid of him because I've always seen unprecedented cruelty in him. He loves to kill, and the more blood he sees flowing from his opponents, the more excited he becomes. He is the only person whose next steps I cannot predict. My godfather is a dangerous figure. Be careful with him.”

She asks, looking at each of us.

— And your father? Noah asks.

— I am a reflection of my father; everything I learned came from him and Boris. He is an exceptional-ranged shot and an admirable fighter. However, like Dostoevsky, he only enters combat when he realizes he is about to lose. I will get to him as soon as possible, before he ends up harming any of you. — She bites her lip, sighing. My dick is pulsing and I have to adjust myself in the chair, damn it! — He becomes tireless in his fight against enemies, especially if something occurs to me. However, if he sees that I'm safe and well with you, we'll have an opportunity.

He may be nervous before throwing a punch or shooting, but he won't kill my grandchildren's father. I may end up losing his trust, and he may not forgive me quickly, but he is my father and he loves me. He would never do anything to me or you.

— If you think it's that easy to earn your father's forgiveness for your betrayal, why don't you go to him, without us having to go to war? — I ask, crossing my arms.

— If I go to him, my father won't listen to me and will take me away from you, running the risk of taking our children away from me when they are born. — She sighed while stroking her belly. — Dad won't believe my feelings; He will think that you influenced my mind, that I was deluded and allowed myself to be carried away by a teenage passion, among other things.

“And there is Dostoevsky, who can use me as a hostage against you. This is too risky. I already thought about it, I couldn't sleep all night. My dad knows I would never go against him unless it was something serious. That's why I wanted to run away at first, but now all we can do is prove that I'm on your side and I won't stop until my babies and their parents are safe.”