MasukDate = 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
I snort.What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason.“Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that d
“Lee says it’s because men have that one oyster thing that affects their brains.”“I’m reluctant to ask,” Axel ponders, “But what oyster thing?”River ponders, thinking hard. “Test … oyster … one,” she says slowly.Enrique strips a chuckle, and she now immediately glares at him.“It’s true … ask Lee
Words evade me. I can just gape and listen. “Really, just grow a pair and punch those sisters already … bibbidy-bobbidy-BAM — problem solved.”Charlotte’s mouth falls open, eyes round as saucers, like she’s just heard the most unholy confession of her short life.“Surely you like the little mermaid?
For them. To keep Aria safe.My jaw flexes. The social media posts are doing the rounds — me with girls, half-smirking, eyes dead. Tonight alone, I had a blonde licking salt off my wrist, another brunette whispering in my ear. And the gold mini. All over Inferno’s tagged pages. Enough to make anyone







