LOGINDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
“Are you fucking trying to kill me before the baby is born, woman?” His voice cracks halfway through, part laugh, part panic, pulling Mel into his body as close as he can.“My fucking heart can’t take this shit anymore,” Damion goes on, his face filled with emotion.His tone is rough, but his hands
I’ve turned the question over in my head more times than I can count. Who planted the bomb? Who did the world a favor and rid it of two monsters?“Alexander had no shortage of enemies — people who would’ve gladly buried him alive. Me included.” The list is endless.I glance toward the fallen mangoes
Date = 1 AugustPlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)POV - AriaI feel a headache coming on.“Enough of this dismal mambo,” Logan mutters, his voice rough and gravel-edged as he gives his brother a pointed look. “Just tell the man what happened already so he can go catch the guy.”He wipes hi
Basil is bruised, giving off a green, peppery tang.A Frisian, massive, elegant, and black as midnight, steps into view, pulling the open carriage. The coffin sits upon it, dark wood polished to a mirror, cruelly small against the weight of the horse that bears it.What is it with my family and thei







