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
DAVINAI stood still, eyes fixed on Timmy, Aaron, and Midnight, not letting a single movement go unnoticed. Each of them seemed to avoid my gaze, but I could feel the tension growing in the air. They had brought me back here, like tossing me back into a prison I had fought to escape. I couldn't buy the story they were trying to sell. Something was wrong, and I wouldn’t rest until I found out what it was.“Who were those men?” I asked, my voice colder than the surrounding night.Timmy avoided my eyes, frowning, a mixture of discomfort and guilt painted across his face. Aaron exchanged a quick look with Midnight, both of them appearing even more uneasy. The silence that followed was far too heavy, like they were hiding something.
DAVINABoredom was a beast gnawing at my brain. It chewed away at every ounce of my patience as I twirled the ring on my finger, sitting on the sofa in Midnight's house. The dim light from the lamp flickered from time to time, as if even it was tired of this place.The city was still in turmoil since the death of KJ and the leader of the Reapers, and Midnight had been under attack from all sides. Every gang wanted a piece of the territory, which meant he was more paranoid than ever. Gutemberg was also tense, always with his cell phone in his hand, speaking softly or typing messages nonstop. But now that KJ was out of the picture, I shouldn't have to hide anymore.And so I decided: I was going to see my mother.I didn't intend to talk to her, I just wanted to look from afar, to make sure she was okay. Timmy insisted that she was, but trust wasn't my strong suit. I needed to see with my own eyes.
DAVINAAaron’s eyes, always observant, slid from Timmy to me, that unreadable smile playing on his lips.“I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.“What are you two scheming?” I asked, craning my neck to look at him, trying to sound like I had control of the situation.Timmy let out a low chuckle, still leaning casually against the wall. But there was something else in the way he looked at Aaron—something unspoken, full of meaning.“So… why did you call him here?” I asked Timmy, raising an eyebrow, still suspicious.Aaron just smiled. That kind of smile
DAVINAI stood in front of the large mirror in Midnight’s room, my eyes wandering over the piles of clothes scattered across the bed. The new clothes Vincent had bought me were beautiful, way more than I ever could’ve imagined. He’d definitely overdone it. Still, my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about Pryia, and what Lucia had said about her when I was still locked up in that place. She spoke like she knew some secret about my sister. She always hinted that I didn’t really know who Pryia was, that maybe she wasn’t the victim I believed her to be. But what did that even mean?The ache of missing them tightened in my chest. I needed to see them. I needed to talk to my mom, and to Pryia, too. Now that things with the guys were starting to settle down, the feeling that something was m
DAVINAI walked down the stairs slowly, feeling the cold of the railing under my fingers. Each step echoed inside me like a racing drum, driven by anxiety and fear. Midnight was still in the shower, and Aaron had finally given up pounding on the door to find out what was going on. Now, all that was left was to face my men.Were they still mine? Did they wait for me? Did they miss me?Gutemberg said they did, but I didn’t fully trust him. The time I spent away felt like an eternity. And the worst part? Timmy and I had fought before I disappeared. The reason? I couldn’t even remember anymore, because it stopped mattering the moment I found myself alone without any of them. It all felt so insignificant compared to what I went through, the longing that ate me alive.
DAVINAI woke up slowly, my eyes opening with reluctance, as if reality was something to be avoided. The warmth surrounding me made me realize where I was. My body was pressed against someone’s, thick, almost awkward heat enveloping me. I was lying on my side, and his arms were wrapped tightly around me.I lifted my head, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. It was Midnight!Holy shit.How did this happen?I went to sleep alone. And now somehow, I was in his arms? Me, Davina, spooning with one of the most dangerous men in New Jersey. Oh sweet mother of confused virgins. What had I become? First Vincent, and now Midnight?The shock hit m