Gutemberg Ramsey wants revenge. He is a rich young man who is secretly involved in the criminal underworld. Timmy is in love with his childhood sweetheart, but he doesn't have the courage to confess it. Aaron is a troubled young man with a dark past. And there is the poet, but he is so deep in his own plots that he does not see his own feelings. They all want the same girl, although the reasons are different. One wants revenge. The second wants a chance. The third needs it. The latter wants to use it. Davina is confused, angry, and doesn't know where her sister is. Her parents are separating and everyone wants something from her. She thinks the boys on the Hill will break her, especially Gutemberg, but maybe they will save her.
View MoreTIMMY"I don't care if you slept or fucked, Timmy," Midnight grumbled, his voice laden with disdain, but also with the authority of one who commands everything around him. "You're a member of my gang, and when I call you, you come."The words echoed in the air, and I felt the weight on my shoulders. There was no choice here, no room for questioning. He might be a son of a bitch, but he was always clear about his power, and he liked to make it obvious. I took a deep breath, trying to control my anger."What happened?" I asked, not wanting to waste time on the discussion.It was then that Gutemberg answered, and the way he spoke sent a shiver through me. He had a deeper tone than usual, his voice carrying something deeper, almost a sense of unease."Someone broke into one of the sheds yesterday... and stole all the drugs," he said, the tension in his voice undisguised. I could see the concern in Gutemberg's eyes, although he was trying to hide it.The answer didn't surprise me, but ange
TIMMYI woke up feeling strange, but good. The house was silent, except for a sound that made me frown. It was a sucking noise, slow and rhythmic, coming from the direction of my feet. A moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it, and my eyes snapped open.My vision was blurry at first, but when it cleared, I was still. Davina was there, between my legs, her messy hair falling over her face as she slid her soft lips down my hard cock. I couldn't hold back a moan when her hands grabbed my balls and squeezed, I threw my head back and relaxed my hands at my sides. I didn't know if it was right to receive oral from a girl who had just lost her father, but I wasn't going to complain or interrupt.I didn't even know if it was a dream or reality, but the heat that took over my body made me feel like I was burning up. Little sparks seemed to run through my skin, turning every muscle into jelly.“Baby, like this. That's my good girl... “ I murmured, my voice hoarse and laden with desire.Dav
DAVINAThe yellowish lights illuminated the room with a welcoming warmth, but the mood between us was anything but light. Aaron leaned against the table with an unpretentious expression as he spoke."That's how I met KJ," he said, turning the mug of tea in his hands. His tone was casual, but charged with something deeper. "I found out that I had been adopted illegally. My parents bought me from KJ."There was a suffocating silence. The sound of the clock hand on the wall seemed to amplify, marking every second of tension in the air.Aaron shrugged, as if he were commenting on something trivial."My biological mother is probably a drug addict or someone very poor. That's how human trafficking works, isn't it?"I leaned against the counter with a cup of tea in my hands, letting out a low sigh. I was sitting on the stool closest to the window. Gutemberg, on the other hand, was quieter than usual, his eyes fixed on the table, while Timmy crossed his arms and frowned. He had made tea for a
DAVINADAVINA"KJ acted on his own."Something in Gutemberg's eyes didn't match his words, as if he wasn't completely sure of what he was saying. Before I could press him further, Aaron let out a scream."Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, waving his hand in the air.He'd clearly burnt himself on the hot chicken. I raised an eyebrow, while Timmy grumbled."Idiot."Aaron ignored the comment and blew out his fingers, picking up a piece of chicken more carefully this time. The scene distracted me for a second, but I soon turned my attention to Gutemberg."And you?"Gutemberg turned to Timmy, narrowing his eyes."What do you know about my father?"Timmy stared at him, the two of them measuring their strength in silence. Of course they had to turn everything into a contest of egos. I couldn't resist: I got up, walked over to the bowl of chicken and grabbed a thigh. I walked over to the fridge, opened it and took out the ketchup. Without ceremony, I spread some on the chicken and took a bite."Urgh,
DAVINAMom's room was darker than I remembered, even with the lamp on. I helped her lie down on the bed, which somehow seemed even bigger and emptier that night. Just a few hours ago, we were in the cemetery, and now my mother seemed even more out of it than when Pryia left. Her eyes were dull, lost somewhere I couldn't follow.As I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, I felt a crushing weight. I was sure my mother was blaming herself for putting my father out instead of helping him, for not being able to save the family from falling apart. But the truth is that she did her best. My father's addiction to gambling was something only he could overcome.Whether he wanted to or not, he had left a part of the family damaged. Pryia ran away without even saying goodbye, looking for a better life, a life that didn't include us. And now he was dead. Too much tragedy for one person to carry. I felt sorry for my mother. I didn't know how she was still standing.I wondered if sleeping in that
DAVINAMy body froze in place, my feet pressing against the dirty earth of the cemetery. Luckily, my shoes were closed at the top, so I didn't have to worry about carrying the sand back home. Not that it mattered.“That bastard!”He was responsible for all of this. For my father's death, for the destruction of my family, for the black hole that was now swallowing up everything around me.KJ was standing there, as if he were a guest, an innocent bystander. But his eyes... They stared back at me, defiant, knowing exactly what I was thinking.My breathing became heavier, and a heat took hold of me, burning away the emptiness I'd felt until now.“Davina” Timmy called my name, his voice low and urgent beside me, as if he could sense that something was wrong.But I couldn't look away.I wanted to scream, I wanted to tear him away and make him pay for every tear my mother shed, for every sleepless night my father endured, for the fear he must have felt before he was killed and, finally, for
DAVINATimmy stood there, leaning against the wall in the corridor, with his arms crossed and an expression that was hard to decipher. His hair was messy, as if he had run his hands through it repeatedly, and there was a weariness in his eyes that seemed to mirror my own.Then I saw him for real. The black jeans, the impeccable boots, the gray dress shirt that shaped his broad shoulders in a way I'd never noticed before. He was different. New. He was too handsome for a day like this, and I couldn't stop staring.My heart squeezed, not from the pain of grief, but from something else, something that burned at the bottom of my stomach and worked its way up to my throat. It was wrong to think about it now, but I couldn't help remembering how his lips felt against mine, as if he knew exactly how to take me apart.And God, I wanted to feel that again. I wanted him to cross the few steps that separated us, pull me close, and make me forget everything for a moment. It was a selfish and absurd
DAVINAThe black dress felt strange on my body. It was simple, with no details, just a straight piece that I would never have chosen to wear of my own free will. But it wasn't about me. None of it was.The hem of the dress brushed against the skin of my knees as I turned to the mirror. My eyes were swollen, red, as if I had cried more than my body could bear. But the truth was that the crying had stopped hours ago, replaced by an emptiness that throbbed in my head and squeezed my chest. My hair was tied up anyway, I didn't have the energy to care. I ran my finger over my cracked lips, feeling the rough texture, as if it were a physical reminder of everything I was trying to erase.The surrounding room seemed smaller than ever. The walls that used to welcome me now seemed suffocating. The scent of the new lemon air freshener I'd bought mixed with the floral perfume my mother had sprayed in the hallway, trying to mask the smell of death that seemed to have invaded the house.I pulled th
GUTEMBERGAs soon as I opened the door to the apartment, the scene that awaited me hit me like a punch in the stomach. Davina was there, in the middle of the living room, but she wasn't alone.Timmy and Aaron flanked her sides like protective angels. Or perhaps like demons ready to destroy the world for her. They stared at me with hard eyes, as if any false move would be enough for them to go after me.But it wasn't them who held my attention. It was Davina.Her eyes were puffy and red, as if she'd been crying all night. Her disheveled hair fell in unruly strands over her shoulders, and the clothes she wore, a baggy sweatshirt and a loose blouse, made her look smaller than she really was.She looked... broken. Broken in a way I'd never seen before. And so sad. A sadness that seemed to devour every part of her, leaving only the pieces.For a moment, I found myself speechless. It was hard to associate this figure with the Davi
Gutemberg (Ghost). "Ghost, wake up." Someone nudges my arm and by the firmness of the touch, I can tell it's not a woman. I mutter something and pull the sheet up, covering half of my face." Wake up! Here is notmotel, no.Wait, maybe it's a woman.This voice…"My husband is coming, you need to go!" I pull the sheet down, spotting a pair of legsturned and feminine,Lucky me, rising the look capturethe short shirtand thenthe front commission.Fuck it! Othe two melons aresofed upthat are almost jumping in my faceand demanding a bite. Oh! They havemarks ofbikini.I love these marks."Are you married, beautiful?" I open an indecent smile, passing my tongue between my lips without deviating from the beautiful pair of breasts." Ok… joking with my face?" She says, acquiring an annoyed expression that makes me want to roll my eyes,but I stay neutral, just staring at her and waiting for an answer." Serious?"Speaks, with both eyebrows raised." What's serious, honey?" The brunette makes a sound ...
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