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
End of discussion. The line goes dead.We look at each other with deep frowns, unsure about what it all means.“Mel?” Jackson asks immediately.“She’s fine …” Alejandro nods. “However … they are leaving early morning … their time … back to Ilkay … via speed bike. Should arrive at Interlaken a few ho
Jackson stares at it like it is holy.“Lee recorded everything,” Jackson says coldly but proudly.“He said I should keep it, that you will track it,” I say. “It was as if he knew they were going to take him.”Jackson snorts, but doesn’t say anything.“There’s something else,” I add. “Lee said … he b
I glance at Jackson. His expression hasn’t changed — he still manages to radiate that maddening confidence.“Did you get that, or is the grammar too complex? I can translate.” Sometimes I can strangle my twin. I just haven’t gotten around to it cause I know I lack the physical skills needed to murde
“Who?” Lee asks, “The princess?” Cindy turns her dead brown eyes to him.“She’s not royalty,” she snaps, eyes blazing, waving her gun like she is hosting a TED Talk for jealous dumped Bond girls. “She’s just a spoiled brat who gets away with everything because she’s her daddy’s only living kid and m







