Date = 5 April Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) POV – Aria “Ug, I despise tea,” Mel pulls up her nose as soon as I enter the room with two mugs. She puts on a severe pout, like every time someone dares to drink coffee in front of her, so I grin knowingly … and bend down to hand her one mug. “That’s why we’re not having tea,” I wink at her surprised face and I sit down, legs crossed, next to her on the sofa, turning to face her. We’re both freshly showered and in comfy tracksuits that I stole … eh … borrowed from Enrique’s closet. “Eh, you figured out a way to brew me some baby-safe coffee,” I shake my head. These Blackburn children are always a little over-hyper … except maybe for Ilkay. “Wait, I hate that caffeine-free stuff too … can merely drink only boiling water with milk; it will taste the same. It’s not that, is it?” Her suspicious look on the cup, topped with cream and chocolate crumbs. I click my tongue, “Tsk, nope. ” She takes a small sip, leaving a ring of crea
Date = 5 April Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) POV – Aria Mel hasn’t moved since she started reading what’s in her hands, making me a little queasy and I feel like shaking her back to reality. But instead, I peer through the huge windows where storm clouds gather dark and looming - as if they know our secret. The sea is a somber gray; it matches the sky … and my mood - I’m dejected and drowning in uncertainty right now. The first drops splatter against the glass. I examine how it breaks and then slowly trickles down in small streams; spellbound. A heartbeat passes and then the spell breaks, drawing my eyes back to the blonde. She tosses the paper and moves her hands carefully over her tummy, her face still in a stock-still emotionless state … simply gazing ahead. I hold my breath; expecting the worst at any moment I pick up my phone, ready to dial 911. “I seriously need a VERY big glass of wine right now,” she slowly turns her head and I meet her earnest gaze. I take a co
Date = 5 April Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home)(Inferno) POV - Enrique Covering her with a blanket, I bend down and tenderly sweep some of those red curls away from her face, noticing the tear marks on her cheeks. Why was she crying? Is it because of me? My heart cringes … but still, she’s extraordinarily beautiful … naturally … not like all those superficial bitches that surround me all the time. Nope, she’s real … original … fresh … unique … unforgettable … Ug, Blackburn … what the hell are you doing? I scold myself. Using a lot of adjectives to describe a girl is never a good thing. But if I’m being completely honest with myself … I already know the answer, but I just can’t acknowledge it … not yet. Those words - I can’t say it; can’t even think it. So how can I even begin to explain to her how fucked-up I really am … I notice the envelope is missing from the table, together with my phone. She must have hidden it. My curiosity grows together with my anger - I recognized i
Date = 10 April Place = San Francisco (Inferno) POV - Aria “I miss you so much,” Mel swoons on the phone talking to non-other than her loverboy … and I’m jealous. Without even thinking about my actions, I hand a guy a beer, take his money, and stash it into the cash register; my mind dropping further and further into a pit of sorrow the more I listen to the blonde on the phone. I also want that … real love! But no, I had to go and lose my heart to a bloody robot that constantly forget about my existence. My eyes search for the object of my desire at the other end of the bar but he’s no longer there. See! That’s exactly what I mean. Damn idiot! The stupid unfeeling heartless thing has been ignoring me the last couple of days - he hasn’t even come home, staying here at the club. And it hurts. Badly. I mean … I’m the one with a reason to be enraged! Even though he explained that he never shagged anyone in his office before me, that he won’t break his promise to not cheat on me, and th
Date = 10 April Place = San Francisco (Inferno) (7-Eleven) POV - Aria “I’ll go get my car and meet you in front of the VIP entrance,” Mel holds up her car keys and shakes them to reinforce her statement. I smile and nod my head. I fucking love that girl. She leaves me in the staff room to change and get my stuff ready. I didn’t even need to ask permission to end my shift earlier, ‘cause Enrique found us in here, still bedazzled by what we heard between Brian and Graham, and literally ordered me to leave. I look at my hands holding my purse. They’re still a little shaky. I’ve never done something like that … it’s not me. I’m not a physical type of fighter. The only other person I’ve ever laid a hand upon was that stupid reporter a while back. Okay, both of them deserved it, but still. I smile again. Maybe Mel is rubbing off on me … not sure if it’s in a good way or bad. I walk downstairs and through the secret door, guarded by two insanely huge bouncers. They smile to greet me whil
Date = 10 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV - Enrique “And here we are … a.g.a.i.n,” my sister’s gynecologist rolls her eyes before walking into the room. I grunt softly … because she’s actually not wrong. “I must tell you, this baby is by far the most complicated uncomplicated pregnancy I ever had to cover,” she continues. “It’s because it’s a fucking Grimm,” I say without thinking, causing Doctor Burden to gasp in a hard deep breath. Ilkay frowns, Jackson agrees and my sister kills me with her eyes. Or rather with the one that’s not swollen shut. Yep, she’s sprouting an impressive black eye already. And her tears make me uncomfortable. It’s not like her to cry so much. Or lose control like that. Or look this scared. Why does everything always happen to her? I pull up my shoulders and bite my lip. “What? It’s true.” I glance at the other bed in the room where Aria is sleeping, glad that she’s not crying at the moment, ‘cause her tears are the pits. It hits me
D-Boy = Nickname for Alejandro - because he was a Seal sniper chosen for Delta Force Date = 13 April Place = San Francisco (Inferno) (Grimms) POV – Enrique Frustrated; angry; cocked-up; horny; agitated; lost; confused; on the edge … that’s just some of the feelings raging through me right now … or more like the last couple of days – all the time. I’m fucking hooked. Fell flat on my face. Name it as you will, but the truth is I lost my heart. Not that I would ever acknowledge it … not even to myself; I still can’t utter those famous 3 words … And to top it up, Brian fucking Cruise and his new besties have to throw themselves into the equation. I watch the foursome seated at one of the tables … Brian, Amanda, Chloe, and Graham. The last one still has the stitches on his temple from where Aria smacked him with the bottle 3 nights ago. I’m sure they’re trying to drive me nuts … and I’m probably not too far from that either. What the fuck else are they doing here this early? As if th
Date = 13 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV – Aria Mel is far more anxious than she’s letting on … in my humble opinion that is … but mostly judging by the fierce grip she has on the phone in her hand – a grip that would make any crab jealous. Her blue eyes dull and barely blinking as she stares at the wall behind the counter. The same counter I feel like crossing over to shake the Barbie nurse that is so damn slow. I mean, how long can it take to print out a few papers? We’ve been waiting here all stressed up for what seems like hours, just to get the results … but no … that expressionless face under heavy makeup is glued to the screen, as the false nail tip of her index finger hits a single key every now and then. I’m in a hurry … I left my sister at home with Jesse, but he has a date later. So we need to be quick. Reluctantly, I keep myself in and rather take a deep breath. I will not cause a fuss this time. BUT only because I feel somewhat responsible for t