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 tense barman puts a glass of Scotch on the counter. “For you, sir,” he tells my twin, “One on the house. Compliments of your win.” He avoids eye contact.“Oh, he’s not drinking tonight,” Lee snips. “He has to pee in a cup tomorrow.” The barman looks as if he’s going to object, but then he turns
Haley snorts. I smirk.“Yeah, not exactly a high point,” Mel says with a shrug, clearly over the embarrassment. “Meanwhile, Damion gets a photo of me smooching his brother.” I’m thinking Alejandro, because I hope it’s not Luke.My jaw drops. “You kissed … Alejandro?!”“God, no. Ew.” She shudders. “I
Date = 22 April How quickly death comes knocking.Place = San Francisco (Black Dragon Club) (UCSF Medical Center)POV – Enrique“I’m telling you, he was fine ten minutes ago, and now he’s passed out. I’m not sure he’s breathing … and he’s … taut … eh, very hard … down there,” Lee rambles, his voice
Ilkay raises a brow, head tilted like a Golden Retriever trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube. I can see the amusement in his eyes. Great. Now he thinks we’re not only suspicious — we’re stupid too.But oh, it gets better.Enter the parade of doom — the twins, Alejandro, and Axel — like some cursed boyban







