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
Luckily, he seems preoccupied, so he doesn’t notice me. I think.I take off my boots and clench them in my left hand.I follow him all the way to the elevator, much quieter walking on my socks, staying one corner behind like the worst spy in history.He stops to look at his phone. He stuffs it back
I grin lopsidedly. He’s right. It is soft. But I had to say something.“But I like it,” Jesse chimes, grinning. “Splinter Love. Sounds like a band.”“Sounds like what I feel every time I see Ava’s name on my phone,” Noah mutters into his beer. He likes his sister’s nurse? Great.Heads turn. Noah flu
“Where’s Jackson?” Leyla pipes up before I can. Even she knows the two of them move like a pair of loaded dice.“I ditched him,” Lee says around a mouthful, licking grease from his thumb with deliberate slowness. “He’s working on my nerves.”“I can understand that,” Leyla says as if it’s common know
I’m thankful to have them here. At least I know my sister is safe when I’m not around.“Aria, how was work?” Ava materializes beside Leyla’s bed, all effortless grace in pink scrubs and a high ponytail that looks like it belongs in a glossy magazine. If I didn’t like her so damn much, I’d probably h







