LOGINDate = 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 van takes a hard left, and all of us topple like dominoes. Elbows and knees collide, curses fill the dark, and someone’s shoe jams against my ribs.“Who the hell’s foot is that?” I snap into the air. My body aches from being stuck here, my patience wearing paper-thin.“Mine,” Damion grunts. “Don
Date = 4 April Four days passed and I still feel cold at times.Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) But at least I’m back home.POV – AriaAs soon as the minivan rounds the corner and disappears from view, I stop my enthusiastic waving.“Thank the holy cows,” I mumble and walk back into the hou
“For now, he’s a Blackburn, dude!” Jackson shuts him up.“Hey!” Damion shouts. “Mel will do the right thing and give him my surname.”“Mel? You will be lucky if she doesn’t murder you if you survive this,” Ilkay recalls.“Fuck! I hope the girls don’t worry too much when they don’t find us at the clu
“With ‘one of us’ … you mean one of the boys?” I ponder. I don’t want to mess this job up. I can’t mess up.“Hey. Not boys. Men. Sophisticated, well-groomed, emotionally …” Logan grunts, but stops to pause. “Okay, mostly emotionally unstable but super functional adult males.”Lee snorts and rolls hi







