Date = 1 JulyIn just a day, the little hooligan changed my view of life.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)The only place I could think of going.POV - EnriqueSteam billows out of the shower like smoke from a fire, curling around my feet as I sit on the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight. The walls of the house groan under the wind outside, but it was nothing compared to the storm I feel building inside me.My stupid, crazy twin is back. Finally. Filthy, hollow-eyed, a ghost in tattered denim and dried blood. He hasn’t spoken much — just grunted something about a hot shower before disappearing into the bathroom like a man walking into war. Again.I let him.For now.I know, from years of experience living under the same roof, not to poke. Poking almost always leads to a fight.And getting into a one-on-one with my brother when he’s like this is definitely not on my to-do list for the day. No, I have more elaborate plans scheduled, plans that involve Aria, me, no clothes, and a box of
Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - AriaThe sky is turning the color of old iron, thick with layered grays that bled into one another, slow and heavy, darkening the sky to an unnatural charcoal. A low groan of distant thunder rumbles — not loud, but long — like something ancient waking up.The wind shifts, sharp and metallic, and the gulls have vanished. On the horizon, where sea meets sky, the black clouds curl inward like fists. Something is coming. Not rain. Something worse.We watch them drive away. Charlotte waves her little arm off through the back window of the truck. Leyla is gonna miss having her around.I look down at the new tiny girl holding my hand. She’s even smaller than my sister. Thin, but strong — in cargo shorts and an oversized skate hoodie that says ‘Eat My Dust’ in neon colors.“Eh, so River, I hear you’re looking for your brother?” I ask while we walk back inside.“No, he’s fine, I’m looking —” she answers quickly, stops just as quickly m
Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - AriaAs my tongue eventually detaches from the back of my mouth, I manage to ask in an unsteady voice, “Eh … so … where’s the little angel?”I need something to distract my focus from the manly specimen now standing next to me. Inches away. While pretending his look of intense longing directed at my mouth doesn’t affect me one bit. Bloody hell, he makes things hard.And speaking of hard things … my eyes dart to his swollen crotch. At least he’s also feeling the heat in some way.“Angel?” he snorts out a chuckle. “I’m not sure that word suits our little runaway. She definitely shares Lee’s DNA. For a moment, I even assumed she could very well be my twin’s offspring.”Just the thought of Jackson reproducing pin-wheels my brain, and I lose my chain of thought. I look at Charlotte to help a girl out, but she just lifts her shoulders and pouts.“That’s stupid,” she tweets, “To have a baby, you need love, marriage, respect, and cons
Date = 1 JulyA new month started. My birth month.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)Coincidence. He’s here too.POV - Aria“Just stick your finger up his nose and then kick him on his sexy ass!” Mel hollers over the phone.My laugh sounds sectionable like I’ve been chicken-flipping cocaine. Mel lowers her voice, “But really bitch, talk to my stupid brother and make him open his frickin eyes.”Yeah, right. That would be nice, except I’m the blind one, seeing things that ain’t real. For him, we are nothing more than an expired contract. Signatures on a piece of paper. A chip on the bedpost. But I can’t tell her that.“Come on, Aria, hurry up.” From the passenger seat, the tiny voice, giddy with anticipation, interrupts my phone call with my best friend. I miss Mel.“Mel, wish you were here.”“Soon.” Really though? I’m not so sure this whole ‘revenge thing’ those people got going is ending soon. They’re only on their second Sophie’s Choice. So, I’m guessing there are a few more to
Date = 30 JunePlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueAt the door, Tina almost runs into one of my bouncers.“Eh, Boss, you’ve got a … kid,” he says.“A what?” I’m not ready to be a fake daddy to another scam.The bouncer tilts his head. A small figure stands behind him, arms crossed, chin up like she owns the joint — or is about to burn it down.She can’t be more than nine. But she has the posture of someone who can do ollies and kickturns, and probably stashes a switchblade. Denim jacket over a black hoodie with some demon-looking cartoon character on the front. Beanie jammed onto a head with long golden hair. A band-aid on one cheek. With one hand, she clenches a skateboard against her tiny frame, and the other holds onto the strap of her oversized backpack that’s casually slung over one puny shoulder.I blink.What the fuck is a kid doing in my club? I can lose my license.She moves past the bouncer’s legs, shaking her head while she mumbles. “Good help is so hard to find t
Date = 30 JuneFour more days of anxious nothingness.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)Working at the club.POV - EnriqueQuiet.The club is too quiet.I hate quiet. Not the kind that blankets you at three a.m. when the world sleeps. That kind I can live with.This is the other kind — the kind that smells like dread and tastes like waiting.And tonight the club has the kind of quiet that makes you suspicious. Like maybe the universe is holding its breath before throwing something weird at you.I am behind the bar, chopping lemons and regretting my life choices.And I’m anxiously waiting for the BOMB to explode. And not just literally … I mean in every possible sense. Figuratively, theoretically, technically, hypothetically, visually, philosophically, metaphorically.Because Jackson’s time is almost up. A choice has been made, and somewhere, Lee is going to blow up.It’s been more than five days since we rescued Aria. More than 100 hours since my twin made his choice and ran off. Axel f