GUTEMBERG
I 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
DAVINAThe car drove along the road, and the heavy silence was filled only by the muffled sound of the engine and the tire tearing up the wet asphalt. The rain drummed on the roof of the vehicle, because the weather couldn't be kind and offer a quiet dawn, no, everything had to end in a suggestive and overwhelming storm, just like when you build up huge expectations about a food and when you finally taste it, it lacks salt. The sound of the raindrops hitting the car created a discordant melody as I curled up in the passenger seat, arms crossed and gaze fixed on the window. Not that there was anything interesting to see. Droplets ran down the glass, distorting the world outside, but at least they gave me an excuse not to look at it.Gutemberg was muttering something under his breath, probably to himself, but I knew it was about me. It was nothing new. Everything about him, from the way he gripped the steering wheel too tightly to his frowning eyebrows, screamed irritation."Have you al
DAVINAI swallowed, my discomfort growing. Being alone with him in the car was complicated enough. Going to his house? Something told me that things were about to get even more confusing.Gutemberg parked in front of a building with a discreet façade, its lights flashing softly as if reflecting my internal state. Before I could think about opening the door and running out, he had already gone around the car and opened my door, his hand holding my arm firmly, but without hurting. The rain continued to patter softly on the roof of the car, like a dramatic soundtrack to whatever this was between us. He looked me up and down, an appraisal that made the blood rush to my face.“Come on, Davina. I haven't got all day.” His voice was impatient, but there was something else there, something that made me uneasy.“I didn't ask you to come here.” I tugged on his arm, but he didn't budge.“You didn't ask, but you came anyway.” He arched an eyebrow, that annoyingly confident smile appearing. ”Come
DAVINAThe silence inside the car was deafening. The only soundtrack was the low rumble of the engine and the nervous drumming of my fingers against my leg. Gutemberg looked as uncomfortable as I did, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the gearshift, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.Finally, I plucked up the courage to break the silence."Thank you." My voice sounded weaker than I wanted it to. "For freeing my father from KJ's hands."Gutemberg didn't take his eyes off the road, but his fingers on the steering wheel were tense."I'll pay the money back. I don't know how, but I'll manage."He let out a short, harsh laugh that sounded more like a reflex than a genuine reaction."You don't have to worry about that now."The way he said it, as if the matter was insignificant, irritated me."Not worry? My father was kidnapped for borrowing money from a criminal, and now I'm in debt to another criminal. Of course, I'm going to worry!"I snorted, crossing my arms, while
DAVINAThe silence inside the car was deafening. The only soundtrack was the low rumble of the engine and the nervous drumming of my fingers against my leg. Gutemberg looked as uncomfortable as I did, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the gearshift, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.Finally, I plucked up the courage to break the silence."Thank you." My voice sounded weaker than I wanted it to. "For freeing my father from KJ's hands."Gutemberg didn't take his eyes off the road, but his fingers on the steering wheel were tense."I'll pay the money back. I don't know how, but I'll manage."He let out a short, harsh laugh that sounded more like a reflex than a genuine reaction."You don't have to worry about that now."
GUTEMBERGI sat on the edge of the mattress as the weight of last night hung like a suffocating fog. The nightclub, KJ, the chaos... All a mess that I knew would end in an inevitable confrontation with my father. It had been a long night, and the clock was almost eight in the morning. I hadn't slept a minute. How could I?But that was the least of it. What was really burning in me was something else. Pryia.KJ had trafficked my ex, and what was worse, there was a real chance that my father was involved. I couldn't mention her name, or even think about him knowing about our connection. I needed to find out if it was a conscious hit or just a coincidence.I leaned against the kitchen worktop, on one of the few pieces of furniture I had chosen myself. The hiding place was functional, discreet, but nothing here felt like mine. I made a coffee and drank it, then took a shower and changed my clothes, choosing something that wouldn't attract attention. I took a quick look in the cracked bath
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
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
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
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
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