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
Date = 13 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV - Aria “Hey, Alejandro, go get your dad. We’re gonna need him,” Jackson says and Alejandro runs back up the stairs. Ilkay is now silently walking next to Mel, who’s being pushed to the gynecology department on floor 3. “Doctor Burden, come to room 351 immediately for an emergency … doctor Burden come to room 351!” Someone calls over the hospital intercom but it seems far away. My knees tremble and I stumble over my feet, my brain whirling; eyes burning. Unexpectedly, Sport picks me up from the ground, bridal style, as if I weigh nothing … and he carries me to room 351. Am I crying? I wipe my face with the back of my hand. I hate Brian! No … I despise him. I slam my fists into the robot’s chest. Slap!! Hate him! Slap!! Hate him! Slap!! Hate him! “Aria … what you doing?” Enrique’s playful gaze is centimeters from my face. I didn’t fully comprehend that I was even hitting him, nor that I’m snuggled in his arms. I turn
Date = 13 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV – Enrique “So why exactly did I need to come all the way here if Mel is fine?” Logan complains with a huge yawn. Understandable … he just got off a 5-hour flight only an hour or so ago. I stuff one of the cardboard carriers holding four cups of cappuccino into his hands, another one I hand over to Jackson, while I take the single cup of hot chocolate and an additional coffee. Jackson and I came to get some refreshments while we were waiting for our youngest brother to arrive … or I guess our youngest half-brother. I wonder how he will take the news. We walk to the elevators. “Cause you need to hear some other shit about yourself,” Jackson answers him before I can. Logan squints sternly. If you think about insensitive … my twin is right there at the top. Sometimes I wonder if he was born that way or formed into this hardcore person due to circumstances… the same way I turned into someone else … actually we all changed I
Date = 13 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) POV – Enrique “Since everybody is here now, let’s get this party going,” Alejandro gestures for us to go inside. Damion puts a protective arm around Logan’s shoulder and I’m genuinely relieved that he’s here for my brother’s sake – he might need someone to talk to. Everybody takes a cup and finds a spot to settle down. I give my sister her hot chocolate, a small smile creeping over my face as I notice her enlightened countenance when Damion takes her in his arms, positioning his body behind her on the bed so she sits between his legs against his chest. He protectively puts his hand over her small bump. I miss a breath when the realization hits me solidly in the stomach - I want that. With Aria. Aria is sitting on the small bench next to Haley, so I go stand behind her and place a hand on her shoulder. The fact that she stops trembling at my touch doesn’t go unnoticed. Could it be that she’s affected the same way I am? Can