ログインDate = 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
“You’ll be fine,” she says. “You’re marrying one of the twins. They’re basically built for chaos management.”Enrique. My twin. My fiancé. My true love. My calm in the middle of a very loud storm.“Correction,” Mel says dryly. “She’s marrying the stable twin.”Though I can argue stability is relativ
Mel raises her nonalcoholic glass. “To the morons who surprise us.”We clink.The laughter fades eventually. Because there is an empty space in the room. We all know it.“She should be here,” Sky says quietly, her annoyingly perfect face somber.My heart cracks open.“She would’ve teased me merciles
“You managed to hide them pretty well,” Rosa chirps, “I was starting to think Jackson might be gay.”“You’re not the only one,” Mathias sniggers, collapsing onto the bench at the end of the long kitchen table like a man who’s just fought off death itself. “His ego took a nosedive.”He snatches a pas
“I didn’t say devil,” Rosa whispers.“But you meant it,” Sky cuts in, clean and merciless.Rosa hesitates, rubs her palms down her apron, then tilts her face toward the ceiling like she’s trying to call down divine help that’s definitely not coming. “Barry once said … the twins’ father isn’t a devil







