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
Date = 1 July A new month started. My birth month.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) Coincidence. He’s here too.POV - Aria“Just stick your finger up his nose and then kick him on his sexy ass!” Mel hollers over the phone.My laugh sounds sectionable like I’ve been chicken-flipping cocaine.
Date = 1 July In just a day, the little hooligan changed my view of life.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) The only place I could think of going.POV - EnriqueSteam billows out of the shower like smoke from a fire, curling around my feet as I sit on the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight. The wal
His jaw is clenched, sharp with stubble, and his face drawn into a dark question mark. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, and maybe hasn’t cared in weeks. His boots leave muddy prints on the tiles, and his whole body hums with that barely-kept kind of energy that will kill you colorfully if rele
Date = 25 June Three days and in a second things go badPlace = San Francisco (Inferno parking / On the road) Following the location of a phonePOV - Enrique“WHERE IS LEE?” Jackson strides into the private parking, fury radiating from him in waves, hair tousled as if he walked through a tornado.







