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
Date = 11 June Four more excruciating long daysPlace = San Francisco (Inferno parking lot)POV - AriaI jerk — Jackson’s behind me. I never even heard him coming. He moves like a panther, silent and deadly.They all do.Lee spins around, eyes wide. Even he hadn’t noticed. But when Jackson prowls f
“We’ll contact the donor and arrange for him to come in for his shots.”That sentence slams into me. For the first time in months, it feels like a boulder has rolled off my chest. A donor. Anonymous, but real … and I guess the ‘him’ makes him male. Leyla has a chance.Mel tugs at me like I’m her run
Lee only grunts.“Fun fact … I don’t care.” His tone is dry like sandpaper. “Let’s just hear what they want and get out of here. I am SO not in the mood for shit.”“And nothing good ever happens in parking garages,” he throws as an afterthought.The words slice through me like a warning bell.He slo
“How —” My voice catches, startled.“Do I know?” He finishes for me, shrugging, his smirk ghostlike in the dim dashboard glow. “You should learn to lie better. First, you needed to take something to the hospital. Then you needed to fetch something.”Why are they all so damn perceptive? My stomach kn







