MasukDate = 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
The worst part? Someone took everything. My jeans, my shirt, my underwear — gone. I’m stuck with this flimsy curtain of shame. A puffy disposable pantie. And my socks.And for what? The procedure only needed my arms bare. A needle in, a needle out. One arm giving blood, the other returning it after
“No,” he says, eyes narrowing. “I overheard his father threatening the producer to give him the role. That’s why I was pissed.”My stomach drops. His father? The one Enrique hadn’t seen in years?“Yeah.” Brian catches my expression. “Shocking, right? But here’s the kicker — I found out recently Enri
I drag a chair closer, scraping it deliberately against the floor so the sound cuts sharply, making him twitch. Good. Let him squirm. I’m not here to comfort him.“Excellent,” I say briskly, settling in and dropping a DAR recorder onto the side table with a decisive clack. The red light blinks alive
Hungry doesn’t even cover it. The thought of pastrami makes my throat ache.“The rest of us are here to eat and keep you company,” Jackson scoffs, reaching for one of the boxes. Lee mirrors him, fingers twitching like greedy claws.“No,” Uncle John cuts in, sliding smoothly between the food and the







