***POV - Melaena When the music starts and Damion begins to sing the words, my mouth drops open. ‘I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind But I didn't And just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say But I couldn't … I just couldn't Baby, I know that you've been wonderin' Mm, so here goes nothin' In case you didn't know Baby, I'm crazy 'bout you And I would be lyin' if I said That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long, long time ago In case you didn't know’ The words describe everything … it would be perfect if the song was meant for me, but it ain't. Or is it? How I wish I knew … my heart is hoping it is … my mind is telling me it’s not. My breathing becomes more urgent and rapid, my heart thumping away in my chest in rhythm with each drumbeat. My body is saying to go get him … I cross my legs to try and control the aching feeling down there, but it’s not helping one bit. I

***POV – Damion “We’ll have to carry them,” I say as soon as we walk into the office and I pick Mel up in my arms bridal style. She snuggles her head against my shoulder without opening her eyes. Axel picks up Kiara the same way and follows me to the stairway. The police are still taking statements. Chloe’s arms wave up and down as she explains something to one of the officers. “Don’t go breaking any rules,” Logan grabs my shoulder, “I’ll swing by later after everything is settled here.” “Okay, let me know.” The bouncers try to keep the press away from us, as we descend the stairs to my car, but they can’t stop them from taking photos. Ug, tomorrow we’re going to be front-page news once more. Not that I mind much … I actually like how they combine us. I position her in the passenger seat, reclining it, and buckle her seatbelt. Axel puts Kiara in the backseat and moves in on the other side. “I’ll call my dad to meet us at my house,” I say already dialing my father’s nu

***POV - Melaena “Mom! Mom! We have a guest! MOM!” Luke shouts excitedly as soon as we enter the house. “MOM, your daughter-in-law is here!” I pinch Luke’s arm, but he just laughs. “Why would you say that?” I scold him. “Listen, I may be young but I’m not stupid. I just know you’re going to marry my brother one day,” he says rubbing his arm where it hurts. I hold up my finger to tell him exactly what I think about his loving brother, but Hayley appears drying her hands on her apron. Her surprised face lights up when she sees me and she walks forward, pulling me into a hug. “Melaena, I didn’t know you were coming? Is Damion with you?” She looks around expecting to see her son. “No,” I say, not quite knowing how to explain, so I change the subject quickly, “You have a beautiful home! Very very beautiful.” She smiles softly and her green eyes are full of love. “Thank you. Come, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m dying for some feminine company. I’m stuck with these blo

***POV - Damion It’s Thursday around 9 pm and we drive through giant steel gates entering the pier where we’re supposed to meet Scarface (the nickname Mel gave Harry). He’s chosen his location carefully, cause at the moment this entire area is closed down, though I’m not sure why exactly. However, we are rather familiar with it since we occasionally come here with our bikes to perform some stunts for our YouTube channel – The San Francisco Boys. Driving and jumping on cargo crates are quite fun and dangerous and judging by the comments from our viewers … also highly entertaining. Dad and Uncle John are in the backseat of an armored black Chevy Suburban SUV driven by armed bodyguards. Us boys are on our Reaper dirt bikes, dressed up in the same kind of clothes used by SWAT, and we’re all connected by earpieces specifically designed for tactical, covert, direct-to-ear incoming, and outgoing radio communications – all of which are sponsored by Uncle John’s company of course. I s

***POV – Damion The next moment Jackson comes crashing from outside and falls onto me, almost causing me to lose my balance. “Shit!” My first thought is that the guy must be drunk or something. I help Jackson back up and he wipes his hand under his nose, then he looks at it covered with blood and wipes it against his shirt. That’s the strange thing about Jackson … sometimes he can’t stand the sight of blood and gag … other times it doesn’t seem to bother him at all. “What the fuck?” He growls, turning his scary gaze to where he came from. He’s not drunk, something happened to him. “Hey, Grimm, you better keep your little spies out of our space!” A lean bald-headed man with loads of tattoos all over his body remarks, sticking his head through the tent opening. “We found him snooping around,” it’s Graham Scott, Honda’s top rider and a real asshole. I know he just wants to get into my head before the race, but it’s not going to work. Most of my opponents try to rattle m