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
At the self-checkout, the scanner’s beep echoes weirdly loud in the quiet store. I bag the loot, the plastic handles biting into my fingers as I throw them into a trolley and step out into the night.The parking lot is deserted, the air heavy with the smell of hot asphalt cooling under the dark. The
A huge cock-tightening grin spreads over my face while I take my keys from my pocket.Then I notice it ― the door is open. I’m sure I closed it before I left.My first thought — Amanda. My second thought — kill me now.I step inside, silent. Switch on the light.“FUCK!” I yell in shock, taken aback
Mel unexpectedly yanks me toward the door. “We’re leaving, going home,” she says over her shoulder and guides me to the staff room down the hall.“I need to pee,” she tells me, running into a cubicle while awkwardly pulling down her pants. She loosely falls onto the toilet seat, a satisfied expressi
Jackson’s face twitches like he’s suppressing a smirk. “Definitely crazy.”“Look who’s talking,” I shoot at my brother. “You’re hardly a poster child for normal yourself.”“Precisely,” Jackson says without missing a beat.“Same genes. Our family inherits crazy, bro,” he says, tone flat but edged wit







