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
Logan’s face changes instantly — his mouth opens, then closes again like he wants to explain. His jaw tightens, guilt bleeding through the cracks.“Logan …” I start softly, voice frayed at the edges.But it’s too late. The damage is done.Mel’s lips part in shock, her eyes flicking between us like s
Date = 4 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Black Pit - family graveyard)POV - EnriqueAria’s voice sounds up, thin but strong. “I don’t think she’d want us to be sad, you know. Kiara.”I swallow hard. My throat burns. “She’d want a fight. A scene. A hell of a lot of noise. She’d want us to get the bast
Haley huffs a quiet laugh — the kind that sounds more like a cough — before the heaviness settles back in, sharp as the disinfectant in the air.Marco, who’s been pacing like he’s trying to grind a hole in the floor, stops dead. “None of our guys would ever snitch,” he says, low and certain. “I’m de
Date = 30 July Everyone got here in record time.Place = San Francisco (Black Pit) And we’re all moving here for safety.POV - AriaThey say moving house is one of the best but most stressful things you can do in life.They say this like it’s a normal process. Like you box up your books and your t







