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
“Who shot him?”“Don’t know … the shooter was never caught.”The room feels smaller suddenly, walls bending inward with the weight of what he’s said. The air smells like decayed sex and shadowy unknowns. I pull the sheet even tighter around me, but it doesn’t help — the chill’s under my skin now.He
She shifts, curling her legs under her. “After my parents died, Leyla and I ended up in foster care. I was barely fourteen. She was two. We were lucky to be placed together.” I reach for her hand. She lets me take it.“I never messed up. Messing up meant getting moved to a new home. Definite separat
He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t have to.The bulge straining the zipper of his cargo says it all.Triumph.Not that I’m a vengeful person, but the man not only broke my heart, but also shattered my confidence. He literally moved on as soon as I crawled out of his bed. It was splattered all over th
Fuck. What the hell did he do this time?He’s barely done with his last disciplinary action for swimming in the fountain. He was supposed to serve a punishment — one week a month, for a whole year. Somehow, it got suspended after four months. I would like to know how he pulled that miracle off, but







