Chapter 3

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 all over the couch, because that would make me weak, but fuck it.

"That shit is disgusting."I say this when one of the guys responsible for security on the hill sits next to the pool of blood and bites into his sandwich. Without making a face.

"Relax, man." Timmy says and I squint my eyes in his direction. He's no older than eighteen, but from the amount of tattoos and muscle on his body, he could be older than me.

"I am fine." I say, tracing circles on my jeans with my fingertips. He huffs but doesn't say anything else. Which I thank mentally.

"What are you going to do with Pryia?"the guy with the sandwich asks, still sitting next to the pool of blood.

I grimace.

"Don't speak that bitch's name."growl, clenching hands into fists ready to brand the motherfucker's face.

I haven't forgotten about the cheater for a moment since I found out about the cheating and was on my way to sort it out when Timmy called me and said the boss needed to talk.

A whole night of fucking torture!

Not me.

The sucker who decided to sell the formula I created to the Mexicans without our fucking authorization.

Of course, which brings me to Pryia CHEATER.

Everyone thinks Blake runs the hill, but he died less than two years ago and since then the only one on the front line is his younger brother Olav, or as he prefers to be called, Midnight. The guy was seventeen when he watched his brother being murdered and then had to bury him alone, I don't believe that at that moment he had the audacity to take his place, but that's what happened.

"She left."Timmy says and my attention falls on him.

"What you mean?"I ask, finally feeling enough to stand up and not throw up.

"Anything.

I click my tongue, shrugging.

"It didn't seem like anything half a minute ago.

A low, chuckling sound leaves her throat.

"That cunt really messed with your head, didn't it?

Anger explodes through my veins. First, because he is right on one level. Pryia always had control under me for a while and now that I've discovered the beautiful pair of horns she made especially for my head, I'm borderline obsessed.

The sandwich guy, who looks like he's finished his meal and looks like he really wants to suck me, snorts and points his finger toward the door.

"What!?"I shout at him.

"Everyone is calling you a cuckold.”

I open and close my mouth, my eyes narrowing on the door.

"Shit!"

Timmy starts laughing and walks over to my side, patting my shoulder in a friendly way.

I see everything red.

"Who is calling me that?" my eyes don't leave the door for a second. The adrenaline of having witnessed a murder for the first time still coursing through my body.

"Face…" Timmy starts, but I push his arm away and glare at the sandwich guy.

"Who the fuck?! I want names!"

He stares at me for a few seconds in shock. Before shaking his head in the negative. I grab him by the shirt and slam my fist into his stomach.

Someone curses in the background, but I'm so focused I don't hear the protests until someone pulls me off the worm.

"What the fuck is this in my fucking house?!" I blink a few times before focusing on Huxley's youthful but extensively scarred face, I mean Midnight. It's hard to disassociate the face from the name when you've known the person for so long.

"He attacked me, boss!" the sandwich guy says and I roll my eyes. He doesn't know that Midnight is actually the boss, but he thinks he's second to Blake and he's afraid it will get back to him.

"Ghost is upset because his girlfriend left with a sugar daddy and Crazy, there." he points to the sandwich guy. " Likes to play with fire."

I growl. Why, fuck! She traded me for an old man really?

"I just said everyone was calling him a cuckold."

Sandwich says, looking annoyed that Timmy didn't stand up for him.

"Like I said, playing with fire. Nobody calls a drug dealer a cuckold."

I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head in Timmy's direction.

"I already said I'm not a drug dealer."I talk.

He raises both hands in the air with a bored face.

"It only produces."

" That's completely different." I blink at him.

"Dude, if you're so pissed off at the horns, why don't you get even?" it's the sandwich guy talking.

I run my tongue between my parched lips, realizing that I have no idea how many hours it's been since I drank water, and that makes me more irritable. I have a routine, a strict diet and the exact amount of water I should drink a day.

"II would love to drag that bitch up the hill by her hair, take off all her clothes and humiliate her in front of her family, but she ran away to another country so…"

"And her sister?" he speaks, and my feet lock in half the way to the refrigerator.

"Who?" I arch an eyebrow, but before he has a chance to respond, Timmy is sticking his gun in the unfortunate man's mouth and spitting out threats.

"Don't speak her name, don't look at her, don't fucking think about her!"

Just when I think he's going to kill the wretch, his body relaxes and he slowly turns towards me, gun still in hand.

"Davina has nothing to do with your shit with Pryia, Phantom. Leave her out of this."

Davina.

The name echoes in my mind throughout the night and the next day. Firstly, I had no idea that Pryia had a teenage sister, and secondly, but no less importantly, what will I do with this information?

Ignoring the discovery was proving to be a difficult task, especially after Timmy practically declared his possession of the girl like a damned caveman. His mistake. This only increased my curiosity.

I rub my face with the palm of my hand and turn on the faucet, it's been over forty-eight hours since I left the house, and I'm sure my cell phone has been bombarded with messages and calls from my little sister, she usually doesn't mind when I'm out, probably the opposite of that, but since I got so much lectured by jimmy I decided to spare my ears the perfect dad rants from him and send my best friend to babysit.

Not for free.

Never for free.

But since he's tasted my special recipes, I'm his private source of supply. Of course, none of us two talks about my extracurricular role, though I suspect he has his own closet secrets.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and go straight to his contact number, waving when Blake walks past me and waves.

"Are you already going?"he asks without looking at me, opening the fridge and grabbing an apple.

"I need to check on my sister." I justify, shrugging my shoulders up. I usually don't spend more than a day on the hill, although I have a house here too.

He frowns and grimaces.

"Sister." he repeats.

"Yes, you met her back then." I twist my face. " For a few minutes."

Huxley snorts, biting into the apple angrily.

"But for her trying to kill me." he groans and lets out a chuckle.

"That was just a little girl defending herself." I explain, though he didn't ask for a justification and frankly, he doesn't need one. Morgana lives in a diamond-colored bubble and thought her home had been invaded, so she acted impulsively and hit her head with a pan? Problem. I was proud. "Besides, people try to kill him every day." I add.

"Whatever." he says and silence falls between us until finally Vincent mutters from the other side of the line.

"What the hell!" fumes, half sleepy." What time is it?" I let my eyes wander to the watch on my wrist and whistle.

"More than waking time, Cinderella."

"Rapunzel." I look up at Midnight.

"As?"

"The right princess is Rapunzel, not Cinderella."speaks, the tone almost condescending.

I crack a smile.

"And you know so much about princesses..."

He holds up his middle finger and snarls half a dozen curses.

My smile widens.

"Where are you the in the end?" Vincent retakes my attention."It's a day and night late."

Sigh.

"There was an unforeseen." Huxley throws the half-eaten apple in the trash and opens the cupboard.to the pans, taking out a milk jug and filling it with tap water. I watch as he sets aside the bowl of coffee, opens the drawer of spoons, and pretends he isn't paying attention to my conversation."I am on my way." I close the connection, support the shoulder on the wall and wait for him to start talking.

"Do you still keep that part of your life a secret?"question.

Vualá.

"I should not?" he looks at me for a second before he decides it's not worth it and goes back to focusing on the coffee grounds.

I roll my eyes.

"What?" I ask.

"Anything."

"Man, I need to go find my parents and talk to my sister. I will be back later."

"I need you to be here today." Huxley says, and I stare at him again.

"Why?" I ask when he goes silent again.

"You'll know when you're here."

I run my hand over my face and nod, because I knew I couldn't keep the two sides of my world apart much longer, but I thought I'd have more time.