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
Date = 30 April Time to shoot a trailer for a movie — with two of my least favorite persons on earth.Place = San Francisco (San Francisco International Airport) (SFPD Bayview Station) A little forced sightseeing.POV - EnriqueI already miss my brother, and his plane hasn’t even cleared the runwa
Damion’s body bows off the bed in a violent arc, muscles snapping like cords pulled too tight. His arms flail, legs thrash, the sheets twisting around him like they’re trying to strangle him back into stillness. I don’t think I should be seeing this. My stomach lurches, and my hands curl into useles
“I’m going to fucking rip those bastards’ intestines through their fucking throats!” No punchline this time. He’s dead serious.The nurse gasps. Doc Barney frowns.I turn my head and see Lee walking down the hall with Captain Maron. The little guy looks jumbled — messed up hair, wrinkled clothes, dr
Two slaps hit simultaneously. Mel’s connecting with a satisfying thwack against his shoulder. Haley’s a whack against the back of his head.He slowly rises, rubbing his reddening shoulder and his head, looking slightly scandalized.“What’s that for?” he mutters, bewilderment etched across his face.







