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
River doesn’t let him off the hook.She steps closer, inspecting him with all the bluntness of a kid and the cynicism of someone twice her age. Her gaze goes to the bruises on his neck, the shadows under his eyes, the way he holds himself like every joint aches.“You got beat up.”Jackson rolls a sh
Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - Aria“I need you naked,” Enrique says, so straightforwardly it feels like an order and a confession in one breath.We stumble into the bedroom, half out of breath, my shirt on the floor, before the lightning cracks again. Thunder rolls in af
“And she wasn’t wrong. Rosa tried to Sage the crib, but he bit her. At two months old. Drew blood.”“And he knocked out three people before he could walk.” It’s probably true.“That explains so much,” she chuckles loudly. She really has a beautiful laugh.“Right? And somehow that made it into the bi
“They are fitted.” Not the type he usually wears. “They are for looking good, not for being shot at.”“Your lifestyle confuses me.”“Mine confuses you?” I sneer. He doesn’t answer, just puts on the rest of the outfit.The hoodie gives him an eerie softness, like he’s just rolled out of a curated apo







