DAVINAI blinked several times, looking for the joke in his eyes.“Huh?”“You have something to tell me, Davina. I can see it in your face. And considering the time of day and how nervous you are, I'm going to guess it's something serious.” He tilted his head, analyzing me closely.I sighed and bit into my sandwich, more to avoid talking than out of hunger.“Come on, Davina. You didn't come here just to stare at my decorations or admire my beauty.” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with an amused glint. “Do you want to talk? Or is this just some new game I haven't figured out yet?”“Maybe it is a game.” I tried to sound casual, but my voice came out more hesitant than I would have liked.Aaron leaned his elbows on the worktop and watched me, as if he expected me to continue. But the intensity in his gaze made me want to look at something else. I turned away, letting my eyes wander around the kitchen. The elegance of the place seemed to contrast with Aaron's uncomplicated tone. Wh
DAVINADAVINA"I don't." His voice came out harsher than he probably intended. "My parents blocked my account. They don't trust me with money, not until I..." He paused, his eyes avoiding mine."Until you what?" My brow furrowed.Aaron shrugged, as if it wasn't important. But I could smell it—it was important, at least to him."It's too long and twisted a story for now."He walked back into the kitchen, and I watched him, feeling the desperation growing inside me. I knew I was asking for something big, but I also knew that Aaron was one of the few people who could help me."I need your help, Aaron. Please." My voice almost broke at the end.He stopped and stared at me, the anger gradually softening, replaced by something that seemed closer to pain."I'll manage, Davina," he finally said, his tone serious and definitive. "But I'm not going to let you face this alone."I wanted to believe him, but doubt still lingered in my heart.My father could die in a few hours if I didn't get the m
DAVINAI rolled my eyes, a mixture of frustration and exasperation, trying to ignore the way he seemed to be amused by my reaction. Silly muscles."Hurry up and get dressed, Aaron," I replied, trying to stay focused and play the indifferent one. No woman needs to boost a man's ego. "We don't have much time."He patted my shoulder, more as a gesture of mockery than comfort. I ignored him and turned away, trying to stay calm, but I knew he was doing something. When I turned back, he was ready.What I didn't expect was the impact his appearance would have on me. Aaron was dressed completely in black. Black top, black pants, black sneakers. The outfit highlighted everything I tried not to notice. What really caught my eye was how the black highlighted his gray hair, making him look darker and more handsome, almost as if he wasn't from this world. I found myself staring longer than I should have, an uncomfortable but undeniable sensation sprea
AARON MILLERThe music in the nightclub vibrated like a deaf drum in my ears, but the only thing I could feel clearly was Davina. My hand rested on her waist, and the warmth of her skin felt like an instant addiction. Every curve fit perfectly in the palm of my hand, an overwhelming, suffocating sensation that told me she should be there, with me.We started walking towards the entrance and she shivered. I squeezed her waist and leaned in, pressing my lips against her shoulder."It's okay,” I whispered, my voice low enough not to be heard by anyone else, even though there was no one close enough.Davina turned her face to me, her eyes burning with that fire that only she had, and even without a word, I knew she believed me. I smiled at her, as if everything was under control, even though inside me the adrenaline was rushing like lightning.When I got to the door, the security guard stared at me. He was bald, with a thick red beard. A tattoo of scratches covered the left side of his fa
AARON MILLERKJ left us at a table with a calculated smile before disappearing into the VIP wing. The heavy door closed behind him with a slam, isolating us from whatever was going on inside. I knew that the game had hidden layers. It always had. But that didn't matter. That night, I couldn't lose.The first game was easy. Chips slid towards me while the other players gave me suspicious looks. A second quick win turned the stares into something more aggressive. When I won the third round in a row, the atmosphere became as tense as a steel wire about to snap."There's something wrong here," one of the guys muttered, throwing his cards on the table. He had broad shoulders and a scar that cut across his eyebrow. "You're stealing, kid.""Stealing?" I raised my hands, trying to sound calm, but feeling the adrenaline rise. "I didn't know luck was a crime."Davina, next to me, gasped softly, her expression vacillating between concern and fear. I could feel the panic starting to take hold of
GUTEMBERGMy fingers skimmed across the page in a hurry, a habit I picked up as soon as I started reading physical books - that's another thing about me, I prefer real books to e-books. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, a book resting in my hands. The low light from the lamp highlighted the shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of calm. The novel I was reading was one full of twists and turns and tragedy, my favorite kind, especially if the main character is the hero and the villain at the same time. I was at an important moment in the story, Carl Pickett has just discovered that he has a brain tumor and only a few months to live, so he catches his girlfriend and his best friend in bed and decides he's going to do whatever he wants. His first act, to take his friend's wife. I keep my passion for romance a secret for one reason: vulnerability.The high-pitched sound of the phone vibrating on the side table interrupted the silence. I blinked, letting my finger mark the page,
GUTEMBERGI passed the bouncers without hesitation, but the weight of the stares on my back was palpable. Inside the nightclub, the bass music pulsed, almost drowned out by the walls. The air was thick with smoke and tension. Whatever was waiting for me, it didn't look good.I walked through the nightclub with firm but unhurried steps. My gaze went from one side to the other, registering every face, every action, every detail that might be useful to me later. The men in suits stood out, scattered strategically between the gaming tables and the bar. Most of them were accompanied by women in minimal clothing, some without tops. They circulated around the room carrying trays of filled glasses. The smell of booze, cigarettes and a slight hint of metal hung in the air, making the atmosphere stifling.Poker tables and casino machines glittered in one corner, attracting groups of patrons looking for luck or distraction. It was obvious that the money kept flowing in. Everything was calculated
GUTEMBERGStill holding the photo album, I felt a tremor run through my body. Each page turned was a punch in the gut, a raw and revolting demonstration of the monstrosity that surrounded me. The faces of the girls, some so young they could have been in high school, stared at me with empty expressions, as if every spark of hope had already been ripped out of them.It was unbearable.“The best on the market, Gutemberg. We hand-picked them,” said KJ, with a disgusting smile and eyes shining with an enthusiasm that made my blood boil.The words hit me like a slap. I clutched the album so hard that my knuckles turned white. Every inch of me was screaming to explode, but I remained seated, forcing myself to keep a neutral expression. Morgana. My mind went back to my younger sister. She's the age of most of these girls; it could be her there, portrayed so brutally, reduced to a worthless piece of meat.“Premium product, you see. Nothing less. And that's the fun of it: customers pay a fortun
GUTEMBERGTimmy stopped walking, staring at me with wide eyes, as if he had been punched. And then, to my utter amazement, he started laughing. An uncontrollable, almost maniacal laugh that filled the room with a disconcerting energy.He rubbed his face with his hands and looked at me incredulously."You can't be serious. Do you like her?" He shook his head, still laughing."That's none of your fucking business," I growled back, not recognizing my own voice.Where did all this anger come from?"Yes, it's my fucking business. Do you know why? Because you don't have the right to say that." He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but failing miserably. "You don't have the right. Not after everything you've done. After fighting that childish war with her. After..." He made a broad gesture with his hands, as if trying to encompass everything that had happened between us. "After all that."I just shrugged, trying to stay calm as I stared at him."I never did anything against her."Timmy
GUTEMBERGThe dimness of the room seemed to reflect the state of my soul, while the sound of the shower coming from upstairs filled the uncomfortable silence. Midnight was in the shower, and I was taking advantage of the break to talk to Timmy. But my mind was still stuck in the chaos we had just left behind."Isn't it always like this, man?" Timmy grumbled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked calm, but I knew it was a disguise. We all wore one.I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I ran my hand over my face, feeling the sweat mixed with the dust and the smell that insisted on sticking, ferrous, nauseating. The smell of blood. It was on my clothes, on my skin. No matter how many times it happened, I could never get used to it.The shooting was still fresh in my mind. The screams of terror. Those final seconds when you realize the end has come. The panic in their eyes. The kind of panic that shouldn't shake me anymore. But it did. It always did."We got the drugs
TIMMY"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