All Chapters of Bound by vengeance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GUTEMBERGWhile I was trying to organize my thoughts, one of the security guards entered the room. He leaned over to KJ and whispered something in his ear, quickly, too low for me to pick up. KJ frowned, but his expression soon changed to something that was a mixture of fury and excitement."Excuse me, Gutemberg. Something seems to require my immediate attention." He stood up, straightening his suit, and left the room with firm steps.I watched his every move, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. I had no idea what had happened, but KJ's reaction told me it was something big. Maybe it was my chance to do something there, but the security guard who remained in the room stared at me, his eyes analyzing me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.I took a deep breath, controlling my racing pulse. My mind raced, considering options. I could take the photo album with me. If I had access to the girls' families, I might be able to help them. But that would put me directl

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 alw

DAVINABeing in Gutemberg's house was strange enough, but the weight of Aaron's arms around me made everything even more out of place, especially the way Gutemberg was watching us. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed, staring at me with an indecipherable expression.I swallowed, feeling my face heat up, and tried to break away from Aaron.What the hell do these guys want from me? And what kind of person is attracted to their sister's ex? Especially a toxic ex.“What are you doing here?” I asked Aaron, trying to ignore the fact that he still hadn't let go of me. He finally let go of me and plopped down on the small sofa next to me, a carefree smile dancing on his lips.“I followed the Phantom,” he replied, pointing with his chin in Gutemberg's direction. “I don't trust him.”Gutemberg snorted, and the sound reverberated around the room, laden with contempt. But I felt relieved, almost grateful that Aaron was here. A familiar face was exactly what I needed in order not to get l

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

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