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
“Please don’t tell them,” Amanda begs, her words a whimper. “I don’t want to lose my movie deal. Just wait until after that. I’ll tell them then. Please?”I grunt under my breath, low and bitter. My stomach twists in knots. I want Enrique to tell them now. To rip her lies to shreds. Why must love al
I slam into something — someone. My hands claw instinctively for balance, and I drag the poor victim down with me as I crash to the floor.“Eeeeeeeeh!” a shrill voice screeches right in my ear.I blink through the haze of blood and fury — and find myself lying on my back on the floor, nose-to-nose w
Lee’s lip curls. “I see your ugly mug just got uglier.”The man’s fingers twitch up toward the scar that slashes across his cheek.“You should tell me who did it so I can send him a thank-you note,” Lee goes on, calm as ice and twice as cutting.T-Bone’s face contorts into a snarl, his jaw flexing.
“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







