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
GUTEMBERGWhile I was trying to organize my thoughts, one of the security guards entered the room. He leaned over to KJ and whispered something in his ear, quickly, too low for me to pick up. KJ frowned, but his expression soon changed to something that was a mixture of fury and excitement."Excuse me, Gutemberg. Something seems to require my immediate attention." He stood up, straightening his suit, and left the room with firm steps.I watched his every move, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. I had no idea what had happened, but KJ's reaction told me it was something big. Maybe it was my chance to do something there, but the security guard who remained in the room stared at me, his eyes analyzing me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.I took a deep breath, controlling my racing pulse. My mind raced, considering options. I could take the photo album with me. If I had access to the girls' families, I might be able to help them. But that would put me directl
GUTEMBERGI feel KJ's hands squeezing mine, pulling them away from his neck as he coughs up blood, the hoarse noise cutting through the air. It's not the first time I've seen a man in despair, but that doesn't stop me from feeling a sadistic satisfaction at seeing him there, choking on his own rot. But KJ's security guards are already pulling me, trying to get me away from him, and confusion takes over the scene. They don't know whether to hit me or just keep quiet. Their fear is evident on their faces.Our gazes meet, and the tension is palpable. I feel my body heat up with rage as I stare at the bastard, with a fury that threatens to spill over, but I need to keep control. I've already made a mistake, I know that. I'm putting Davina at risk. I know that, but the anger still controls me, and the words come out impulsively.“Stupid kid,” KJ coughs with a dirty smile, trying to provoke me. “What the hell are you doin
DAVINAI was trying to keep my composure, but the way Gutemberg was looking at me was getting on my nerves. It was that look that said he knew something I didn’t. Something he was keeping from me, and that irritated me even more. So when he finally opened his mouth, I already knew something bad was coming.“What?” he asked, with that mocking tone that made my patience evaporate. “Do you think Midnight is going to invite you for afternoon tea if you keep bringing him cake?”My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“What are you talking about?” I spat, crossing my arms.He shrugged, that crooked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes seemed… upset? No. That was impossible. Gutemberg didn’t get u
DAVINAThe clock seemed to mock my lack of patience. The last lesson of the day always dragged on, but today, every second seemed like an eternity. It wasn't the teacher's fault, he did his best to keep us interested, but the persistent feeling of being watched took my focus away.Especially as I knew where the stares were coming from.Tom.I pretended not to notice, but his stares were obvious, even if he tried to be discreet. Every time he thought I wasn't looking, there he was, staring. Before, it would have made me blush. Today, it just made the blood boil in my veins.He had the audacity to stare at me like that while still reposting happy photos with his pregnant fiancée on social media. “Our family is growing,” read the caption on her latest post.I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending the lesson. Finally. I gathered my things in a hurry, sensing that he would try to talk to me again. He's been trying all week. Two weeks ago, when he came with his mask of sympat
DAVINA"You shouldn't be here!" Gutemberg spoke, his jaw locked and his voice deadly, the kind of tone that makes the back of your neck shiver.I blinked, completely bewildered. I hadn't seen him for a month, and now he was standing there, on Midnight's doorstep, looking more sullen and menacing than ever."I...," the words just disappeared from my mouth. "I just... brought a cake."Great, Davina. That'll definitely make things less awkward.Gutemberg arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Midnight appeared behind him, as if to summon him with a thought."You brought it," he said, pushing Gutemberg aside nonchalantly. His half-lidded eyes ran over me, from the cake in my hands to my face. It was almost as if he was too lazy to deal with me but still curious enough not to dismiss me."Is that strawberry in there?" Midnight asked, pointing with his chin at the cake.I shook my head quickly, holding the cake tighter."No. It's chocolate with nuts."But I should have added s
DAVINAThe smell of forgotten clothes and a light, aged floral perfume hung in the air. My mother was in bed, motionless, as if time had stopped for her. Her eyes were open but empty, fixed on the ceiling. The room was plunged into darkness. The thick curtains blocked out the sunlight that insistently tried to come through the windows."Mom..." My voice sounded softer than I had intended, almost like a plea. I entered the room carefully, like someone invading a broken shrine. It's been a month. Thirty long, suffocating days since we lost Dad.She didn't answer. She didn't even blink.I approached the bed, leaning over to meet her gaze."I know it hurts, but... I'm here too, Mom. I need you." My eyes began to sting, but I held back the tears. Someone had to be strong.Again, silence.I sighed, running my hand over my face. Every day, the hope of bringing her back seemed to diminish. It was as if Dad's death had taken her soul with it, leaving only her body behind. I turned to the small
DAVINAWe were on the bed, facing each other. Timmy was leaning on his hands, one on either side of me, as if he didn't want to invade my space, but couldn't move away.Good.I didn't want him to move away.His breathing was slow but heavy, and his eyes wouldn't leave mine. I could say the same about myself, but it wasn't true; my breathing was frantic, as was my pulse.He lowered his head, bringing his face close to mine. His eyes roamed over my face as if he wanted to memorize every detail. Then, without warning, he kissed my forehead, then down to my collarbone, his lips warm against my skin. My whole body reacted to that touch, a shiver running down my spine, then my arms, legs, fingertips.Little shocks."You're so beautiful," he whispered, the husky, deep sound of his voice making me close my eyes for a moment. "And I love your perfume."I opened my eyes and looked at him, smiling a little."It's moisturizing." His eyes were squeezed shut, like when you wake up and can't cope wi
DAVINATimmy was kissing me with a fervor I had never imagined he was capable of, and, in a matter of seconds, he took my tongue, stole my breath, and everything around him disappeared.My monster.That's what he said, isn't it? That he was my monster. The only one I could ever have.But what did that mean? My best friend didn't ask permission, there was no room for any hesitation. He simply took, demanded and stole what he wanted, as if he were consuming me, and I didn't want to resist that wave of intensity. His fingers touched all the right places, making me lose track of what was real and what was repressed desire. Something inside me wanted him not to stop.His hands squeezed my waist even tighter, holding me prisoner in a relentless kiss where he took more than I was ready to give. And when he finally pulled away, his breath still hot against my skin, his eyes were filled with an insane possessiveness, as if he had finally taken something that rightfully belonged to him.And, i
DAVINAMidnight opened the door and, before I could ask another question or try to understand what was going on, he was already leaving. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and silence overtook the kitchen.I stood there in the same spot, trying to process everything that had happened. I still didn't know what he really wanted, but what he had just suggested seemed ridiculous, even absurd. Cake? He couldn't be serious. But there was something in his tone, something in the way he spoke that made me feel that he really wasn't joking.I looked down at my hands, my fingers still trembling slightly, as if I could touch what he had just left behind. He gave me a task, something to do, but at the same time he treated me as if he were... controlling me. I didn't know what to think, and every second that passed made me feel more lost. What the hell did he want?The knock on the door made me jump, still lost in the thoughts that were piling up in my head. Is he back? I tried not to fo
DAVINAMy anger was about to consume me completely, and he was doing it to me. He was doing it while his expression remained calm, while his breathing was unchanged. How could he? My teeth were clenched, my heart pounding, the urge to put my hands on his thick neck and squeeze until he couldn't breathe anymore growing. His every word sounded like an insult."You have no right!" I shouted, my voice shaking with anger. "You can't make Gutemberg give up!"He looked at me, smiling slightly, but his gaze was serious, impassive."Why?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, as if trying to understand my resistance. As if it were a game, something easy to solve.Those words exploded in my mind before I could control them:"Because he owes me!" My voice came out firm, but my anger didn't subside.Midnight kept his gaze fixed on me, but didn't respond immediately. Instead, he let out a sigh, as if he were sharing a weight he'd been carrying for a while."That's not true, is it?" His voice became lower,
DAVINAThe smell of chocolate still hung in the air as I looked at the cake on the counter. The syrup ran smoothly down the sides, forming a sweet puddle on the plate. It was an attempt to make the day less heavy, but not even the taste of the cake could dispel the cloud of tension that surrounded me. The muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway made my heart race. I glanced at my mother's bedroom door, as if I could guarantee her safety with just one look.She's asleep, I thought. She's taken enough of a tranquilizer to make her sleep until tomorrow night.The knock on the door froze me. Three firm knocks, spaced apart.It's late, who would come here?My first thought was KJ. He wouldn't hesitate to show up at my house, not after what he'd done to my father. The man had the gall to go to the funeral, a cold smile on his face, as if we were pawns in a game he controlled. But what does he want now?I swallowed and reached fo