ALESSI POV He wrote a fucking song about her. The crowd is electric as usual when Arc is performing, because he's just that good. Girls are throwing bras at his feet, but he's not even acknowledging them. Even the poor drummer is looking at him with hearts in her eyes. She is such a good fit for him. She fits his type perfectly. But no, my brother is looking at my other brother's date like he wants to devour her. And a damn song, too. He has never written a song about a specific girl before. Juliet Monroe is becoming more of a problem than what I initially anticipated. And she has Alonso on a date. Alonso doesn't date. "What did you talk about?" I ask Bailey, who comes dancing back to me after exchanging a few words with Juliet. Bailey's eyes widen innocently behind her glasses, and she throws her arms around my neck while swaying to the music. "How cool Arc is." I don't know if that's true, because Juliet now has a frown on her smooth forehead and
JULIET POV It's orientation week on campus for freshmen, and the place is packed and buzzing. I got a roommate, too. Luckily, she doesn't talk too much and mostly keeps to herself, which is perfect for me. I'm officially practicing with the A-sqaud and the competition squad, so during the day, I'm at orientation, which is basically just a tour of campus and some activities. I'm already a cheerleader and swamped with practice, so I don't sign up to any of the gazillion other clubs. That means I haven't seen any of the triplets either, which has been a good reprieve. I need to get my ducks in a row if if I'm going to be in their vicinity. Bailey's warning and Alessi's knowing eyes are still stuck with me days after. I wonder if the guys know that Bailey is a total bitch underneath the innocent disguise. Well, if Alessi was mine, I would probably have my claws out, too. Or Alonso with his gifted hands and tongue. I'm still reeling over him going down on me, and I need a
ALESSI POV Arc meets my eyes over the rim of his coffee cup at Alonso's singing. Needless to say, Arc is the only musician out of the three of us, and Alonso never sings. "You're very jolly today." I comment drily. "Anything we should know? " "I have a girlfriend." He throws the bombshell out in-between a whistle. I don't miss how Arc stiffens, the same way I didn't miss how his eyes were on Juliet the whole time at his gig. Juliet, who is now supposedly Alonso's girlfriend. I still can't lay my finger on what the hell it is about the girl that is twisting my brothers up. Yes, she is absolutely gorgeous, but we've been surrounded by gorgeous women all our lives. My aunt and uncle own one of the biggest fashion companies in the country, we've been seeing models since I can remember, but something about Juliet is fucking different. Something I can't quite put my finger on. And even days later, I'm still thinking of the flash of her bare pussy in the club. Why t
JULIET POV Mai has become a welcome reprieve from my vengeful and confusing thoughts. She's experiencing campus like a freshman is supposed to, full of hope and excitement. Her mood is definitely rubbing off on me, and I tag along in a quest to explore all the little shops and find the best coffee in town. She's becoming like one of the things I'm trying to run away from. A friend. I've been missing Alyssa for so long now, even if she was in the same school as me, that I never dared to feel like I actually belong somewhere again. But Mai is innocent and looks at the world through rose colored glasses. It's both refreshing and depressing. "You know, you should totally try out for Miss U.S.A." My new friend and roommate tells me as we're both lying on our beds in the tiny dorm room. "Why the hell would I wanna do that?" I swipe through the posts on the fake social media profile I created. I have to see if there's nothing new on the triplets. Apart from a few t
ALONSO POV Sweat drips from my brow and into my eyes as I run on the side of the road. It's advised to rest on a Sunday, but I jog every morning. I'm in the best shape of my life, and that's how it's going to stay. And I got a call from my uncle Kevin. The NFL wants to know if I will become eligible for the draft after the upcoming season. The answer is still a resounding no, even though he says I will be a first pick. Would I like to play on that level? That's the goal. But I promised my mother I would graduate, even though my father disagrees with her. He doesn't believe you need a college degree to be successful in life, but I respect her wishes. Also, if I go into the draft, I only have one season left with a certain blue-eyed angel whose image I've masturbated to more times than I can count the last week. This is the longest I've ever gone without sex. I usually pick up girls over the weekend at clubs or parties, bring them to the fuck den as Alessi likes to
JULIET POV Three pairs of hands are roaming over my body. They're everywhere. Fingers tangle in my hair, pulling slightly on the strands, and I moan as another set of fingers pushes the wet crotch of panties aside and plunges two fingers inside of me. I cry out at the harsh intrusion, but a hand clamps over my mouth and muffles the sound. It's dark, so I can't see, but I feel everything. All six hands touching me, plucking on my ripples and savagely fucking my pussy with those two fingers. I can hear my dress being torn off my body and my ass cheeks being parted, fingers trying to dig into my forbidden hole. I thrash, trying to get the hands off me, but then a hand grabs my throat, and I go completely still. I stop fighting, but the hand continues to squeeze until I can no longer breathe. And I just give up. Giving up is so much better than this. "Juliet!" The hands are shaking me. I want to disappear in a whirl of smoke, I don't want to be woken up. "J
ALESSI POV Juliet Fucking Monroe is a cancer. She's a tumor that I need to operate on and get rid of. It's been three days since I cornered her in that lecture hall, and I can still feel her damn pulse against my hand. It was never my intention to physically touch her. All I wanted was to have a conversation, maybe warn her off my brothers, but what good will it do if even I can't control myself when it comes to her. And she looked so scared when I wrapped my hand around her throat. Her full, pillowy lips let out a shocked gasp that I wish I could hear every single day, and those big blue eyes that Arc wrote a song about widened in horror. What will she look like if I hike up those little summer dresses she likes to wear and tear her panties off? Will her mouth open in shock? Will her eyes widen if I stuff her pussy full of my dick and cum inside her? And that's how I know she's a fucking cancer. Cancer is a pest that is sometimes very hard to get rid of. And J
ARCANGELO POV Two identical faces turn to mine in unison, but I keep my focus on the screen and on my parents' shocked faces. But I'm doing exactly what my mother said. No matter where, no matter what. If I stay here, I will break that promise because for some reason I can't explain, I can't stay away from Juliet. I have never been as enamored by a girl as I am with her. And it's going to cause a rift between my brothers and I that may never get fixed. It's already caused a thin crack in the solid foundation of our brotherhood. I can't even look my brother in the eye. I am a liar. I betrayed him in the worst way possible. "Why?" My mother asks tentatively. She knows that something is up with us. She always does. Usually, she lets us sort things out between us ourselves. I shrug. "Record companies keep on calling, I don't see why I should stay here if I get all these offers." "Well, the NFL is calling me, but I made a promise." Alonso's eyes are more green
ALESSI POV In my life, I have never seen something more perfect than my twin daughters. Love like I've never experienced before took a hold of me when these two tiny little girls were born. I've always been my brothers' keeper, the one with the solid head on his shoulders. I think those titles were just preparing me for this role. A father. "Are they supposed to be that small?" Alonso peers through the glass of the incubator. "Are they sick? Why are they in the baby growing thing?" Arc joins Alonso to peer through the glass to the perfection that is my daughters. "It's just procedure." I enlighten them. "They were born on thirty-seven weeks, but they're healthy and perfect." Utterly perfect. They look like their mom, but babies' faces change every single day. "Dude, you have to tell me how do I get Summer to marry me."I tell Alonso. He managed to bag Amelia, even with all the shit that was going on at the time. "You just ask her." He tells me without
AMELIA POV What was supposed to be the happiest time in my life has become one of the worst. Alonso is lying with his head in my lap, my fingers running through his hair as we're waiting for news from the doctors who are operating on Arcangelo. Bailey striked again. This time, she got caught, and her fucking parents can't get her out of this one this time. The shooting is on every social media site, it's trending on the internet. Videos are circulating around from fans. I feel so sorry for Lola. She's still wearing the dress she performed in, clutching Cassie to her chest as if she might lose her, too. They gave her something to wipe the blood from her arms, but there's a faint streak of it left on her cheek. The world would be a worse place if Arcangelo died. I kiss Alonso's cheek, and his eyes flutter open, sorrow in the swirl of green and brown. Alonso would not be the same person if he had to lose one of his brothers. They're all an extension of each other, and I pra
ALONSO POV I'm in seventh heaven. I know the bomb will explode very soon, but right now, I'm blissfully holding my wife in my arms as she's coming down from another orgasm. My wife. I fucking love the sound of that. It's not the way I wanted to do it. She deserves a big wedding with a designer dress and a big, fat diamond ring, and I promised her that I would give her all of that, but she said our wedding was the best. I thread my fingers through hers and kiss the diamond wedding band on her finger. I've already arranged appointments with jewelry designers for her engagement ring, and then I will do it the right way. "I fly out tomorrow afternoon with the team." I reluctantly tell her. "I want you there, but I also don't want you in the open where Bailey can easily get to you." She sighs and nuzzles her face in my neck. "I know. Maybe I'll arrange to see my parents while you're not here." "No!" I say definitely. "We face them together, I'm not sending you into the lion
ARCANGELO POV I must have died and gone to heaven. I have the girl I've been pining over up against a wall with her full, succulent lips eagerly moving under mine. She was a vision tonight in the elegant black dress with her dark curls spilling everywhere. Her lips were painted a fiery red that enticed me the entire time, and I just couldn't stop myself anymore. I tried being respectful because she has a child. My plan was to make her fall so irrevocably in love with me that by the time I did kiss her, she wouldn't be able to resist me. I wanted her to trust me implicitly, to make her feel that I would never let her down, that I'm solid. I hope I did enough because just this one taste of her is making me addicted, and I don't think I would be able to stop touching her now. She groans underneath my mouth, opening those lips like a flower, and I take that opportunity to plunge my tongue inside. She tastes like mint and desire, and a groan rumbles from my chest. I think I might
LOLA POV I don't exactly know what is going on with my life right now. It's like I'm in a twilight zone, part of a family in an instant. Arcangelo refuses to let me and Cassie go back to the label's apartment, and at first, I felt slightly awkward being at his parents' house, but everyone else handled it like it was completely normal. I understand that Alessi's ex-girlfriend apparently almost killed Alonso's girlfriend a few years back, so everyone who might be in danger right now has to stay here. But I'm not even his girlfriend. I'm just one of the artists he signed. Right? Wrong. I've never experienced anything that I feel for Arcangelo. The sexual tension is brewing underneath the surface whenever we touch. It's in the songs that we write together, in the way we gaze into each other's eyes when we think nobody is watching. Every night, after a big dinner, and I've given Cassie her bath and taken a shower, we climb into his bed. About an hour after when Cassie is f
ALONSO POV I can't believe one girl has the power to have all of us on our toes. I, for sure, never thought the sweet girl that we grew up with would turn out to be some obsessed psychopath. Apparently, Evan and Sammy Micheals have Bailey's son. They took her son from her when she was starting to talk about us again over the phone. My parents are pissed because they weren't even warned. Let's just say that the friendship between the Morettis and the Micheals would never be salvaged again. "What's with the security?" One of my teammates asks as we finish up at the stadium. "You good man?" Fuck, I love this team. We're new, and certainly the underdogs, but we're becoming a family. They've been concerned about me ever since the allegations of sexual assault. It's dfficult being in the public eye, and they all know how it feels to be under such scrutiny. "I'm good, but there's someone who's a bit too obsessed, just being cautious." "Be careful out there." He claps me on the s
AMELIA POV "Bailey Micheals has been sighted by Alessi Moretti yesterday." I hear the words coming out of my father's mouth, but it's like it doesn't register at first. I blink rapidly, trying to make sense of what he just said. "You said she would never set foot in this country again!" My mother jumps from her chair in front of my father's desk. "You promised!" "She didn't come in with her real passport. We're scouring security footage to try and see which airport she came through." My heart starts beating rapidly after it missed a few beats. Fear rushes through me in an instant. Bailey is going to kill me. "You don't have to worry about anything." Dad looks at me. "There's no way she'll be able to get to you here." Just another reason to keep me locked up in my gilded cage. I can't do this anymore. It feels like I'm going fucking insane. Even when I'm strolling in the garden, I can feel eyes on me like a hawk. I know I said that this is what I have to
ARCANGELO POV I'm in bed, and Bach is playing softly through the surround sound, but I can't fall asleep, my mind on the dark-haired petite beauty that is in my building. Lola is on my mind twenty-four-seven. She's the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last person in my thoughts before I close my eyes. Working with her has been nothing but astonishing. We've been writing music about love, loss, happiness, hurt, and so entwined in our own little bubble that the assistants have to remind us to eat. I have never met someone who understands how I make music like she does. It's like she was always tethered to my soul, and I just had to find her in the cosmos. Even Cassie crept under my skin. She calls me her prince charming, and I'm not mad about it. I wonder what they're doing right now. Cassie is probably asleep already, maybe Lola, too. What would it feel like if they were here? Would Lola listen to classical music with me while I run my finge
ALESSI POV I feel slightly guilty for being this happy, but fuck, I can't help it. My internship is coming to an end. I still have the two-day assessment coming up before I'm officially a resident, but I've been working for this all my life. I'm prepared and ready. Then I have this gorgeous woman roaming my apartment with my babies in her belly. Granted, she's currently shooting lasers at me while I'm calmly sipping my coffee before I have to leave for my shift. "You don't get to decide if I work or not, Alessi!" Summer shouts at me, pink blotches appearing on her cheeks. "You're completely taking over my life! First my apartment, and now this!" I might have told her supervising nurse that she will probably have to hire another nurse soon, seeing that Summer might quit her job. "I was just thinking about the future." I shrug. "You're mine, and I have to take care of you. Carrying twins is not going to be easy on your body, you think you can work the shifts you do being se