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
Date = 1 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Lombard Street)POV - AriaAs we cross the street, I think to myself — it’s the kind of day that tricks you into thinking life has finally settled — sun warm on our backs, laughter bouncing off Lombard’s crooked turns, the city is shining, the dresses are perfe
“I was young, angry, tall, stupid, and pissed. I yelled at her … blamed her … told her that she was the worst mother ever … that I hated her … that I wished she was dead.” I will never forget the expression on her face … the painful hurt I saw in her eyes. “In my anger, I slammed my bedroom door in
Her tone makes it sound less like an invitation and more like a punishment, but River skips forward anyway, chin high, as if she’s won.“Actually,” Enrique says, squeezing my arm. “Give me two minutes alone with her, then you can come in with the mob.”I nod, knowing he’s going to prepare her for wh
Date = 10 July River disappeared hours ago, and it’s partly my (hormones’) fault.Place = San Francisco (Some industrial harbor site) I’m not even sure where we are.POV - EnriqueThe docks always have that metallic silence at night. A different quiet. It vibrates peacefully — a faint wind that sl







