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
“You had your fill, now it’s my turn.” Kiara winks, linking arms with Thalia as they sashay toward the door.“Bitch,” Mel mutters, tossing her blonde hair, though there’s more fondness than venom in it.Thalia wiggles her fingers in a playful wave before the two disappear down the corridor, their la
“Call Deimos, on speaker,” he barks, “Tell him we’re coming in hot. Code Blue.” Lee pulls a face at him, but does as told.“What is the ETA?” Deimos asks.“Two minutes,” my brother answers calmly.“And their condition?”“Enrique is fair. I’m not going to lie, Damion’s serious. Overdose. Stiff dick.
“You’re not doing shit,” Jackson growls, squaring up to him. Storm meeting storm. Their eyes clash like swords.I swear one of them is going to murder the other before the Old Man even gets a chance.“Before we take anyone out,” Axel interrupts, scratching his jaw, his voice calm but sharp enough to
“I can’t change a nappy,” I admit, face scrunching, “I’m not great with shit.”“Don’t worry … we’ll get him a fuckload of sponsored baby boxers,” Logan proposes, eyes glinting with pride. “Dirty one goes in the bin, rinse his butt, new pair on — problem solved.” Not bad. Could be improved.“Or we ge







