Todos los capítulos de Bound by vengeance: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

GUTEMBERGGUTEMBERGThe motorcycle is lying in the middle of the street, engine still hot, smoke rising. The streetlights flicker, casting restless shadows across the asphalt. My chest rises and falls, blood rushing hot through my veins, but none of that compares to the rage pulsing inside me. My eyes lock onto Timmy’s figure, fists clenched, standing just a few feet away.I throw my helmet to the ground hard, the sound echoing through the empty street, and I charge like a starving animal finding a scrap of meat."What the hell is wrong with you!?" I yell, shoving him with all my strength. "You rammed your car into my bike? Were you trying to kill me?"He doesn’t move an inch. That mocking smirk on his face only fuels the fire in my chest."And you’re trying to ruin Davina, aren’t you, Ghost?" The nickname rolls off his tongue like a slap. "Did you tell her about Pryia? Dropped that bomb on her lap? Who the hell do you think you are?""She deserved to know!" I snap, my voice ripping t

DAVINAThe light rain slid down the sides of my face, cold little droplets mixing with the heat of anger boiling beneath my skin. The dim streetlights flickered, casting long shadows on the empty road. My elbows rested on my bent knees, fingers drumming impatiently against my soaked leather pants. The hot pink lipstick stood out against the darkness of the night, a vibrant splash of color amid the surrounding gray. I chose it to look tough well, I also needed something flashy to draw attention away from my zombie face and those dark under-eye circles.It had been almost a month since Gutemberg dropped the bomb. Pryia had been trafficked. Words that hit me like a punch to the chest, stealing my breath, my sanity. I tried. I tried going to the police station, asking for help, telling everything. But the first time, I couldn’t even walk in. The second time, my legs carried me there, but my mouth couldn’t form a sentence. Fear? Panic? I didn’t know. I just knew no one would do anything. No

DAVINA 

DAVINAThe clock on the wall ticks with an annoying rhythm, like it's counting down the seconds to something inevitable. My leg bounces impatiently, heart racing. I try to convince myself it’s just about my sister the chance to finally find her. But the truth? My chest is a mess.I didn’t think I’d be back in this house so soon. Yet here I am, sitting on the floor of the Midnight House, surrounded by guys who’ve confessed they’re in love with me. Well, Gutemberg hasn’t said it out loud, but Aaron planted the idea in my head and now I can’t shake it.And how could I?Gutemberg... Ghost. He hasn’t spoken to me since the last time I was here, and he’s been silent since I arrived again. But his gaze weighs on me every time we cross paths. Like now.He’s sitting on the couch, legs apart, a laptop balanced between them. The blue light from the screen reflects off his serious face, brows furrowed. He’s wearing a white shirt, hair slicked back. He smells nice, looks put together like he got

DAVINAThe motorcycle roared through the night as Gutemberg drove me home. My heart was pounding, but this time, it wasn’t just from the adrenaline. I loved being on the back of his bike, feeling the wind against my face, the heat of him so close, having an excuse to wrap my arms around him.And that was a problem.Because I was catching feelings for three different guys.Four, if I counted Midnight. But that was a definite no.When we finally stopped in front of my house, I got off, already feeling the chill of his absence. I handed back the helmet, but he pushed it back into my hands."You keep it. I bought it for you.""W-what?""You complained the other one was too loose." Yeah, I did. The old one kept sliding around, and I had to hold onto him with one hand and the helmet with the other. I just didn’t think..."My complaint wasn’t meant to mean anything else.""I know.""And it doesn’t even make sense. It’s not like I’m going to be riding with you all the time.""Maybe you will.