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
“Then start explaining.”Chester scratches the side of his face, clearly trying to read the room, but realizes it is all murder and no sympathy.“I’m a PI,” he says slowly as if that hasn’t been established. “Graham Scott’s sister hired me. I wasn’t following you, I was following him.”“Then why do
And we deserve it. Every second of it. Especially me.Jackson sighs deeply, and then he moves.“Enter the building from all sides. I need him able enough to talk, understand?” he says to Miguel. Marco, with a group of men, is covering the only other door. Miguel nods and walks away, giving instructi
“Jackson doesn’t lie,” she sneers, seriously.“Jackson? Tall-dark-and-casual-homicide? He might not lie, but he barely tells the truth.”She shakes her head firmly and has that tight-eyed look that means someone has insulted Jackson, and she is here to defend his honor like a tiny, justice-obsessed
Axel breaks the tension with his usual cheeriness. “Oh, cheer up, Grumpy, he’s watching River since Marco is here.”I roll my eyes and hope that if I’m ever reincarnated, I’ll be an only child with better friends.“So, you guys know what to say, right?” he says then.His tone is full-on serious dad







