All Chapters of Bound by vengeance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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 al

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 anger

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

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,