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
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
DAVINAThe sweet smell of the strawberry sauce Grandma made is still strong when I walk into the kitchen, despite everything being clean and disinfected. She said that this is a special cake, because it is part of a large order that she received, and that the money would be used to rent a commercial space to start her bakery. Like an ant after candy, I follow my favorite scent until I trace the clear plastic container, emblazoned with your unique brand logo. That I made myself on my cell phone, on the marble bench that separates the part with the stove from the table we use for meals. I ask the exaggerated pink bow she puts on all her orders, and I read the name written in icing on top of the cake.Pryia.The middle sister of the owner of the hill.I knew she was having a birthday today, I was woken up by the fireworks display that her brother organized exclusively for today, but I didn't know that it was Grandma who was preparing all the sweets and cake, I thought that the order she
DAVINA"Are you crying."It wasn't a question, yet I denied it."I have to go. " I said as soon as I received the rest of the money."I know you, Davina " Timmy gripped my arm gently but hard enough to make me stop and look at him." Your impression. I muttered, already regretting having asked for his help.""I doubt.""We were friends, remember? I know every part of you. " One of the guys who was passing by and overheard the last bit of the conversation, let go The lascivious laughter, whistling and joking. I get angry and pull the arm.Without looking back, I leave Timmy talking to himself. Got enough shit in my truck to worry about your feelings today, who knows, never. I go down the slope running, almost tripping over half a dozen balls of plastic scattered across the floor, balancing me at the last second."It has to be Davina "one of the boys growls, I think it's the son of a bitch madam Sirilla, the grocery box where grandma buys most of her ingredients. I shoot him a look that
GUTEMBERG (Ghost) Every government has laws. Every crime has a purpose. Every society has rules. It's pure logic, we're just so obsessed with the idea of freedom that we don't see the obvious. We are still the same. Turns out it's so much more, It's easy to pretend there's no control. The laws in the criminal world are simple, but here there is a crown, a prickly and bloody, an ammo belt under the head, and each decision is minimally thought out to cause the smallest impact. Which also means that the king's orders must be obeyed. I clear my throat, scratching the back of my neck as Timmy cleans his pistol. As if last night never existed. "Are you well?"he asks with a smile provocative on the lips, glad enough to make me opine how many times has he participated in torture. Many must be the answer. For someone like Timmy, born and raised in the community, episodes of violence come naturally. But no for me. I try not to look like I'm about to puke just looking at all the blood al
GUTEMBERGI slide the gate bolt slowly, checking over my shoulder to see if any lights have come on since I locked the front door, when I realize they haven't, I let out a sigh of relief and look down. I stare at my bare, dirty feet, then scenes from last night explode inside my head and the smell of blood hits me.The blood is stuck to my clothes and skin, a clear note of what I've done.In my right hand, my phone vibrates non-stop.I crush the urge to answer the call and throw the device away, it hits the wall and falls to the floor.My parents have an important place in society, a place inherited from my father's family, a place my mother will never relinquish, a position I have never had the option of denying. To all the important people in San Diego, I am Gutemberg Ramsey, a promising lawyer with a penchant for dangerous sports, fast romances and a born activist. To the underprivileged part of West City, a place we call the Hill, I'm the right-hand man of the local drug dealer.Mi
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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