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
“Fuck!” Deimos shouts. I watch in silence now as he injects his son with some more meds, straight into his IV line. Fighting to keep him alive.A nurse starts peeling off my shoes and socks with the kind of efficiency that says she’s done this a thousand times. Then she moves for my shirt — but when
Date = 22 April Another week gone. But it’s like time is standing still.Place = San Francisco (Black Dragon Club) Not my favorite spot.POV - EnriqueFor the second time in merely two weeks, we’re back here again. At the Black Dragon Club. Hopefully, for the last time, since Jackson’s new gig und
“Precisely,” Lee bitches snobbishly. Gmf. As if he hadn’t entered just moments before my brother. Jackson looks at Logan and me to help a brother out.“She’s pissed we’re colorblind,” Logan mutters.Jackson looks around the room with a serious, disgusted demeanor, suggesting that he for sure as hell
“Okay, so what does this have to do with anything?” I ask. Jackson rolls his eyes as if he already knows.“It’s impossible for A and AB parents to have an O child,” Jackson cuts in flatly, arms crossed. And I wonder how long he’s been keeping this secret.“I still don’t get it,” Mel snips.“Mom was







