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
“Now stuff her in the box,” a deep voice hails.“It’s too small.” “You know the drill, make her fit.”And then one final sound. A crunch. The sickening crunch of something soft being crushed, stuffed, shoved.“I need a shower.”A lid slams shut. Laughter again. Softer. One of them even hums a jaunt
“It clings,” Jackson mutters, eyes still far away.I swallow hard. “That’s what Aria did. One smile … and suddenly I wanted to be the kind of guy who deserved it.”The words slip out before I can stop them. Too raw. Too much.“Holy hell. That was so beautiful. I think I’m ovulating,” Jesse chirps.I
“Honestly, Aria, I don’t know … Graham has proof — or says he does.” Brian breaks the air. “And he has a motive, too.”“Oh.” I know nothing about the accident except that someone died and Damion was injured. “What?”“There was a bet. A quarter of a billion.” My eyes pop. My jaw drops. And my mind bl
“Guys, it’s late here. I’m gonna go. Keep us updated,” Logan says. The black screen swallows him, leaving only his ghost reflection and our silence. I’m jealous. Of how free he looks. How light he carries himself. No one to lose but maybe us.Jackson gets up and walks over to the whiteboard in the c







