INICIAR SESIÓNDate = 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
“Hell, I don’t even know WHY they shot me …”I study him. My chest tightens. Real life, apparently, could be darker, more twisted, more intoxicating than any story I’d ever read. And for a strange, fleeting moment, I miss the dullness of my old, boring life.“But I do know now … Amanda … and me … we
Two muffled shots tear through the air into his body before he can even blink. Time slows. He drops to the ground. My own scream dies in my throat.“He’s just garbage. I can damage garbage,” the woman explains calmly without batting as much as an eyelid ― no regretful compassion whatsoever for the p
“Harsh!” Lee snaps. He throws the duffel bag at her feet. “There’s the money. I’m done.” Lee turns to leave.“Stop!” Her voice is sharp. Dangerous.I lean against the side of the car, the coldness of its frame a blessing against my heated skin.The woman pushes herself from the van and walks in circ
Date = 22 June Two more days snaked pastPlace = San Francisco (Grimms — at Paws and Claws) A new hangout spotPOV - Enrique7:03 PM.The wall clock hangs like a relic, its wooden frame darkened with age and polish, every nick and scratch a story whispered through generations. Roman numerals, fade







