DAVINA I shouldn't drink. At least, I shouldn't drink anything alcoholic before I was the right age. The thing is, I needed a drink. A lot. The conversation I had with Timmy three days ago in hospital both terrified me and created a certain hope, which is crazy, since he made me promise to stay away from Gutemberg Ramsey under threat, yes, Gutemberg Ramsey, I say his full name because he's not there, in fact, I've repeated his name countless times since I found out, and I don't intend to stop. He could also be a Ghost, considering I'd never seen him before that day in the hospital, and I've never been so scared in someone's presence. Scared and on all fours. I nearly had a heart attack when he opened the bedroom door and I fell to my knees on the floor in the most humiliating position. Urgh. Unbelievable. I rest my eyes on the three blinking dots on the cell phone Sissy has been typing on since I told her about my sister's ex leading a double life. I wasn't sure I was going to t
DAVINA I'm so immersed in the conversation with Sissy that I only notice the confusion around me when it's too late. My mom yells at my dad, defending Pryia and blaming him, again, the chaotic news is that he responds with the same intensity. I almost reach for my headphones before she sends him away from the house screaming.In an instant, I jump out of bed and hurry into the living room to avoid a bigger disaster.I'm also reaching my limit with them, it's like my parents have been replaced by beings from another planet. Before Priya left, I don't remember witnessing fights between them, in fact, they barely communicated beyond what was necessary. I think their marriage wasn't going well and my sister's sudden departure was the trigger."What are you doing?" All the neighbors will hear it!"Stay out of it, Davina. My father grumbled, looking disoriented. As I approached him, I realized why. He was drunk, something that was becoming more and more frequent."Your father lost all
GUTEMBERGI ran my finger down the page of the book one last time, memorizing the final sentence and reflecting on it for a second before saying goodbye to the story.If anyone asks me, I don't like books. A lie I've invented and reinvented several times to erase the memory of an altruistic and loving mother who no longer exists. For the gossip sites, I'm the stripped-down and adventurous heir. For the members and brothers of the faction I'm part of, I'm the shadow, the blade, the Ghost. Most of them don't know where I came from or what my real role is, but they all look for me.But in my room, I'm a lover of contemporary novels. It all started with biographies, then adventure and mystery books, then somehow I stumbled across novels.I rest my head on the pillow and retrieve my cell phone from between the sheets. As soon as it lights up, Midnight's name appears. He wants me to go back to the Hill and deal with his new pet, Aaron Taylor. I say a huge no, because I'm not a bloody babysit
DAVINAThe square was deserted. Not even the sound of a breeze dared to break the silence. The yellowish lights of the streetlamps cast long, restless shadows, distorting the outline of the benches and sparse trees. My heart beat like a muffled storm. I looked at him with hatred. Ghost. That nickname came to mind as naturally as the contempt I felt. If Gutemberg had disappeared with my sister, then now I would disappear with his peace.I crouched down, clutching the shard of glass I'd found on the ground earlier. Just one blow to the rearview mirror... that's all, I kept repeating in my head. The thought of destroying something of his ignited a dark rage that I tried to control.But before I could act, I heard the familiar sound of a car door opening. It descended slowly, as if waiting for something. His silhouette stood out against the streetlamp, tall and calm. He always seemed to be in control, always one step ahead, as if I were the rebellious girl he could ignore. This irritated m
DAVINAThe room was dark, and it took a while for my eyes to identify where I was. It was only in the dim light coming from the open window, through which lightning occasionally illuminated the space, that I identified Timmy's room. The simple decoration, without much identity, with only a banner on the wall of some strange horror movie, was different from his children's room, which was decorated by walls with hearts and children's drawings, since he shared the space with his younger sister. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, realizing that I had only slept for forty minutes. The shirt he'd given me was wrapped around my waist, and I was also wearing one of his underpants, a purchase I'd made myself from one of his drawers. I pulled the soft fabric of his shirt up to my nose and the smell of him invaded me. It was a comforting sensation, but also a dangerous one. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror for a moment, my still damp hair falling around my shoulders, and sighed.
DAVINA'' What are you watching? ''I asked, sitting down next to him. He gave me a sideways glance and pushed the bowl of popcorn onto my lap. I grabbed a handful and shoveled it into my mouth.'' Quiet, this is the best part.''I rolled my eyes, identifying the grotesque movie by the scene.The movie had barely started, and I could already feel the tension in the air. Halloween, a classic that Timmy loved, was playing on the TV in front of me. I pretended to be completely calm, but the truth was that horror movies always made me nervous, especially the ones he loved. The high''pitched sounds, the tense soundtrack... my stomach churned.Sitting next to him on the sofa, I pulled the blanket over me, trying to hide my discomfort. He was so focused that he barely blinked.'' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood.He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off
TIMMYLeaving her behind made me angry. I should have stayed, made up an excuse that would convince Midnight and cause the rest of the guys to empathize, and stayed. But no, I had to take the call and abandon her warm, soft body. Davina is stubborn, hard-headed and full of ideas of revenge. And me, well... I'm a coward for trying to protect her from afar. But I know that this dirty side of life will only destroy her, and I can't allow that.Now, here I am, in the old plastic shed, waiting to hear Aaron's plan. Part of me wants to pick a fight with someone and get sent home, just to finish what I started with her, instead of getting stuck deeper and deeper in this hole with these guys.The smell of rust and mildew surrounds me as my footsteps echo on the crumbling floor. In the dark, I can barely see the shadows of the others, but I recognize the sound of heavy boots. Gutemberg.''Timmy," he calls, his voice low and rough, but I don'
TIMMYLeaving her behind made me angry. I should have stayed, made up an excuse that would convince Midnight and cause the rest of the guys to empathize, and stayed. But no, I had to take the call and abandon her warm, soft body. Davina is stubborn, hard-headed and full of ideas of revenge. And me, well... I'm a coward for trying to protect her from afar. But I know that this dirty side of life will only destroy her, and I can't allow that.Now, here I am, in the old plastic shed, waiting to hear Aaron's plan. Part of me wants to pick a fight with someone and get sent home, just to finish what I started with her, instead of getting stuck deeper and deeper in this hole with these guys.The smell of rust and mildew surrounds me as my footsteps echo on the crumbling floor. In the dark, I can barely see the shadows of the others, but I recognize the sound of heavy boots. Gutemberg.''T
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