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
“I’m sorry,” I say sweetly, biting into a cherry. “I forgot you’re emotionally fragile and extremely lactose intolerant at the moment.”River sighs. “You people need therapy. Or a tranquilizer dart.”Jackson nods. “Preferably both.”“You people, INCLUDES YOU,” Sky chastises my brother. He sends her
“Not him,” Rosa says abruptly. Then she falls back to the main point.“Wrecking them didn’t happen overnight. It never does. It happened slowly … little step by little step. A deal here. A threat there. A reward. A punishment. A choice that wasn’t really a choice.”She folds her hands tightly, wring
“Still the same angry boy,” Rosa muses, shaking her head as she folds dough with hands that look like they’ve soothed half this house into adulthood. “Crazy, brave, stupid, and brilliant — all in one.”“You left out demanding, bossy, and infuriating,” Sky snaps back, though her eyes glitter with som
I cross the room on unsteady legs and drop onto the bench across from Aunt Rosa.The silence is thick. Close. Breathing down my neck.“So …” My voice is steady, even though my pulse is anything but. “Now that we’re alone, you’re going to tell me everything I don’t know about Alexander.” I meet her e







