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
“Exactly,” Alejandro snaps.“So who is?” Mel asks.“We should ask Graham.” Jackson’s voice drops lower, raspier, as if the words themselves taste foul.The name slithers into the silence. A cold hush follows. Even the fan in the corner seems to falter.“He was there,” Jackson presses on. “Sitting in
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Lee cuts in cheerfully, saving everyone from Jackson’s spiraling disgust. His tone is light, singsong, but the words drop like anvils. “Girl, we did another DNA test. And newsflash — Ilkay, Mel, Enrique, Logan … none of them are the baby’s daddy.”Silence.Amanda’s voice, when it
Before the moment can settle, Kiara slices through the air. “Maybe Chloe and Amanda hired T-Bone and his gang to go after Mel and Aria.”“Nah,” Jackson cuts her down instantly.Mel ignores him, turning her attention back to her fiancé. “It’s your fault that Chloe bitch is even in our lives.” She pok
“Maybe Graham has the phone.” The words tumble from my lips before I can stop them. The thought just … pops out, like a bubble bursting.The entire room turns to stare at me. The air thickens until it tastes metallic on my tongue.And then — salvation in the form of the police.Captain David waltzes







