CHAPTER 4 — HEROS GREEN
I enter the home office with Luther following me and sit at the table, while he sits in the chair opposite me.
— Luther, we need to talk about this stupid thing you want to do — I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
He looks up, clearly exhausted, and responds.
— About what, Heros?
— About Feyra — I begin — You are allowing yourself to be enchanted by her, and that is dangerous. I have reason to believe she may be a spy for the Russian mafia.
Luther lets out a heavy sigh and passes his hand over his face as he sighs deeply.
—Are you sure about this, Heros? I don't think she's a spy. She seems...genuine and innocent.
— That's exactly what worries me, Luther — I insist, sitting in the chair opposite him. — These people are trained to appear genuine. They know exactly what to say and do to earn our trust.
— You think I don't know that? — Luther asks, raising his voice a little. — I also distrust people, but Feyra hasn't given me any concrete reason to think she's involved with the Russian mafia.
— And what do you know about her? Did you discover this the few times you brought her food to the basement, or the times we caught her while she was trying to escape? I ask him.
— It's just an intuition — he answers me and I take a deep breath, controlling the urge to roll my eyes.
—So you're willing to risk our lives because of a hunch? — I reply. — You know how exposed we are. The Russian mafia doesn't play around, Luther. If she's on their side, we're in serious trouble.
— I understand the seriousness of the situation — says Luther, calmer now. —But we need proof, Heros. We cannot accuse someone without being sure.
— Evidence? Sometimes, the evidence only appears when it's too late — I argue, feeling the frustration growing. — I don't want to take that risk. She appeared out of nowhere, with a well-developed story and, suddenly, she is very involved in our lives. Doesn't that seem suspicious to you?
Luther looks down, thoughtful.
— I admit it's strange, but it could also be a coincidence. Not everyone who suddenly appears is an enemy.
— But coincidence is a luxury we cannot afford — I insist. — We need to be one step ahead, always. What if we're wrong about her? Well, I'd rather be cautious now than regretful later.
He rubs his temples, clearly torn.
— I see your point, Heros. I really understand. But I'll tell you what: if Feyra ends up being a spy, I'll take care of her myself. I won't let anything happen to us. My family, the mafia and you will always come first. — I let out a sigh, looking at him.
The firmness in his voice made me feel a little more relieved, but still not completely convinced.
— And how exactly do you plan to do that, Luther? If she is truly a spy, she will be a trained, probably dangerous, person. How will you deal with this?
— I have my methods — he answers, enigmatically. — I won't go into details, but you know I can handle difficult situations. Trust me.
— I trust you, Luther, but not her — I say. — And that's why we need to be extremely cautious. Let's test her, see if we can find out anything more about her true intentions.
Luther nods slowly.
- All good. We will do this. But we will remain calm and discreet. If she notices that we are suspicious, she could become even more dangerous, if she is a spy. — he answers me.
He is already enveloped by her, without even having eaten her yet. He may lose his charm after possessing her in her bed, or she may end up putting him in a leg lock, bewitching him even more and seducing us so she can carry out whatever task she was ordered to do.
— One more month. One month to prove to me that she is not a spy. — I say, feeling his relieved eyes looking back at me. — Let's put together a plan and act carefully. We cannot leave anything to chance.
We talked for a few more minutes.
— Let's start with today and see how far she's willing to go — I say to Luther, finally standing up. — But when that moment comes I will have her first, you are very enchanted by her, and that could be an asset in her hands.
— Right — he answers me, also getting up. —And, Heros, thank you for listening to me. I know this isn't easy for you, trusting new people and neither should we in the environment we live in, but… thank you. Having your support is very important to me.
That's why our father left me in leadership. I am driven more by reason than by emotion, like my brothers.
“I know, Luther,” he says, placing a hand on my shoulder. — We're in this together. We will find out the truth about her. She won't be able to pretend about who she is much longer, soon she will show who she really is. And if my suspicion is right, I hope she keeps her word and isn't too involved to not be able to follow through.
He nods.
With that, we left the office and headed downstairs. Distrust still hung in the air, but now we had a plan. And, most importantly, we had each other.
When we are leaving the office, we find Zedekiah in the hallway with his razor in his hands, playing with it.
— So, what will it be? — He asks us, running his tongue over her lips.
— Let's see if she really goes to the end... or she will act against us. Luther thinks she's just an innocent girl who was in that hallway at the wrong time. And you? — I asked him because like me, he can't believe in people like Luther and the others so easily.
— Something tells me that she's not that innocent... But I confess that I'm excited to know how far she'll go and if she'll have the courage to be ours. — He answers me, playing with the small knife in his hands — And I believe that if she really was a spy, she would have already acted. She spent weeks in that basement and the times she tried to escape after being caught, she didn't do anything to us.
— You're dying to eat her too, aren't you? — I ask him while rolling my eyes.
— And you don't? — he smiles at my silence. — It'll be her first, won't it?
If she is still a virgin like she said she is.
— You haven't even touched her yet, and it looks like you've already been screwed, d*mn it! I seem to be the only one who thinks with his head above and not below. If her intention is to seduce us, she won't achieve that by coming so easily from me. — They look at me like they don't believe me. Both already softened by the girl, the difference is that Zedekiah hides it much more than Luther, and his soft heart will be his weak point, his Achilles heel.
I don't know why, but I feel like this girl came to destroy us.
— And what are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on her? — Luther asks him.
— She's with Noah and Lohan, I came to sharpen my knives, I was looking forward to a little game, but I might have to leave it for another day. — he says, sulking.
Zedekiah is completely sadistic, all the girls who get involved with him to this day are those who like to subject him to his madness. He has a room where he likes to play with them, using some BDSM practices. My brother even owns a swinger and BDSM house, where he always spends his time when we return from a mission. Maybe he should be the first to be with her so we can see if she will accept being with him, knowing what Zadekiah likes during s*x. And if she stays after a whole night with him, maybe she deserves my vote of confidence in her.
— Not him! — Luther says behind me, seeming to read my thoughts. — He will hurt her, scare her.
— Is he afraid of me hurting her or giving her up, before you even have her? — Zed, ask him. — Because sooner or later, after she agrees to be with us, she will pass by my bed.
— It will be her first time, it is not appropriate to be with a sadist, like you. This could make her never want to have sx again in her life, not just with us. — I look at him, seeing his reaction. Dmn, how did he get so involved with her, having only had a few contacts in the last few weeks, just by bringing her food in that basement?
— And she won't because her only way out of this house is to her coffin. — I say, resolutely. — And I'm starting to think if that wouldn't be the best option, whether she's a spy or not. You've barely been with her, and she's already messing with you like that, brother.
He rubs his face and bites his lower lip.
— I just want her to at least have a proper first time. It's enough to have just two options, be with us or die… — he runs his hands through his hair.
—And what do you suggest? Let her go and hand us our heads on a platter? I ask him. — Or keep leaving her locked in the basement, or in her room, until she falls in love with you? — He remains silent. — This is not a romantic tale, Luther. We are Mafioso, trained to kill, carry out illicit business, we live in the criminal underworld. We don't have time for nonsense like that. If you want to satisfy your d*ck, we have women in several of our clubs who will be happy to have a night with you and nothing more.
— I already know that, but she's the one I want, and she's the one I'm going to have. — He runs his hand through her hair, in a thoughtful gesture — We won't let her go, I'm not stupid enough to make a mistake like that, but we'll leave her free to roam the house, keeping her close. Giving you space. I have one month… And I will make this month so that she can be ours, of her own free will.
— Ah, there's the guy who isn't so nice… — Zed, smiles. — I confess I was getting worried.
— We need to inform others about this. — I say, before we go back downstairs.