Meet Enrique Blackburn
Birth date: 1 April
Star sign: Aries
Age: 23
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Heterochromia (blue and hazel)
Favorite color: Red
Height: 189 cm
Warning!! There’s a small scene describing his mother’s murder that might be disturbing to sensitive readers!
With an irritated flick of my hand, I close the laptop on the coffee table while simultaneously getting up from the brown leather sofa. The large windows overlook the ocean, but I don’t even take in the scenery, my mind on the freaking girl in my shower – that I wouldn’t mind joining … actually!
The side of my fist collides with the glass, but not hard enough to break it, just a motion to try and calm myself down a little. What the hell did I get myself into?
I’ve just met my so-called girlfriend and she’s already fucking with my mind and my life. That’s why I never date for too long – women are just too complicated and irrational. I would even go as far as saying that they are irritating all the time, except maybe when you’re fucking them. Well, some can even be irritating in that situation.
And now I have a girl … eh two girls living with me in my house – a place where no female even stepped over the threshold – except for Mel and Kiara that is. Oh, and Aunt Betty, the lady that cleans up sometimes.
I try to rather think about the positive parts of this whole fucked-up idea – I’m helping a little girl to get better and I’m going to get the leading role I want. But at what price?
I think about the contract, and how it’s going to change my life as well as my image forever - an image I’ve been creating for years. Can I really handle this? Or is the payment going to be just too much for me to bear?
Am I willing to pay with my sanity for my career? I know I’m not as broken as Jackson, but I’m still badly damaged. Seeing your mother’s mutilated body would scar any normal kid and, like millions of times before, I wish I could burn that night from my mind, but instead, I remember it like it was yesterday.
We stumbled onto the porch steps, laughing and joking like usual, each of us holding a pizza box.
“Shush!” Mel held her finger up to her lips. “Mom’s car is here and we’re already grounded.” We were nearly always grounded.
Nevertheless, we’ve all slipped out to go skateboarding and get some food, thinking mom would be at the tennis club till late like usual. Ug, we thought we were definitely busted.
Logan opened the door extra quietly, peeking his head inside, turning to look in all directions before opening it all the way. I rushed past him, trying to get to my room before mom can appear from wherever. But then Jackson froze right in front of me and the box in his hands fell to the floor. I bumped into his back, causing my pizza to slam against his body, fumbling the container.
“What the hell?” I softly grumbled so as not to alert our arrival. The next moment my pizza also landed on the floor and Jackson ran towards the closest hollow container to empty his stomach contents into it. Ilkay’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, while Logan grabbed my arm but neither of them seemed to even be aware of their actions. No, we were all staring, fixed on the scene before us. The house was so quiet I swear you could hear the proverbial pin drop.
The whole room was a mess like you would see on TV when some crook thrashed a place looking for stuff. Yep, it looked exactly like that. Furniture was strewn around, broken glass everywhere, and a few dark red spots on the white tiles. A bloody trail, as if someone was dragged, lead down the hall to the kitchen.
This is what caused Jackson to throw up – he unknowingly stepped into one of the wine-red puddles. He sat on the floor, removing his bloody sneakers with a frenzy of shaken movements.
One blue high-heeled shoe looked lost and out of place in the middle of the corridor. Ilkay told us to stay put, but I followed him with Jackson. Logan grabbed onto our pale sister while I tread on the heels of my older brother. I’ve never listened to Ilkay and I wasn’t about to start then. Jackson never listened to anybody.
I heard Ilkay’s gasp first, then my eyes focused, and lastly my brain took in exactly what it was looking at. The walls and cupboards, even the ceiling, were sprayed with blood, the color ranging between crimson and burgundy. A metallic stench mixed with the smell of mom’s bolognese sauce, which was spilled all over the kitchen table. I tried not to retch at the smell. But it’s forever burned into my senses … even up to today, I’ve never eaten Spaghetti Bolognese again.
My eyes slowly traveled down the bloodstained counters towards the floor where they settled on the huge thick pool of blood. My mother’s naked pale-yellowish body was stretched out in a prone position in the center of the pool.
I immediately knew she was dead and I fell forward onto my knees while biting my fist. I closed my eyes, hoping this was not real.
The only thing that went through my mind was the argument we had just that morning. She grounded us and the last words I ever shouted to her was to leave me alone.
‘I love you!’ - her very last words to me – words that would haunt me forever.
“Enrique!” Ilkay shouted at me, getting me out of my trans. I noticed Jackson holding my mom’s hand, luckily hiding most of her body from my view – I can’t face her. His socks were drenched in her blood, but he didn’t seem to care and he didn’t throw up, his emotionless face just staring at our mom’s corpse.
I looked down, and only then did I grasp that my hand was covered with blood. I wiped it against my jeans and in my mind the stains were shouting out regret, to remind me that all of this was my fault. I’m the one that suggested we sneak out because I was still mad at our mother. If we stayed in the house she would not be dead. We could have saved her.
“Let’s go.” Ilkay grabbed my arm and lead us outside where Mel and Logan were waiting.
“Where’s mom?” Logan asked, but I could not answer him.
“She’s dead,” Jackson said harshly, “So is Dobby.” He started hitting his fist into a wall. I haven’t seen our husky’s body. Luckily I didn’t. Poor Dobby must have tried to protect mom. Logan clung even harder onto my sister, both of them ghostly pale.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore and vomited in the garden. Not getting hold of our father, Ilkay phoned Uncle John and he took us to his house after the cops and ambulances arrived.
That night I had my first nightmare, dreams that I would get used to over the years. Dreams about mom (sometimes she blames me, sometimes she begs me to save her), dad (blaming me), and even Dobby (his eyes begging me to do something).
It’s then that I realized that I don’t deserve to be loved. So I closed my heart and put up my shields. I became a robot with a fake life. I’ve been playing my part so well that not even my family truly knows the real me anymore. I’m not even sure I myself know the original version of Enrique Blackburn at this stage … I’ve been acting fake for so long, I’m starting to believe it.
Little beads of sweat trickle down my face and I wipe them away with my hand. Now is not the time to dwell on this, I have to figure this contract shit out first - this new path I was forced onto.
The thing is, my bad-boy, fuck-them-and-leave-them persona is the biggest part of my shield, the image I’m hiding behind as not to face my fears. I’ve deeply buried my heart and feelings and poured concrete over it, vowing to keep it covered. I don’t deserve to ever hear the words ‘I love you’ and I can’t say them out loud.
And I’ve done a pretty good job of showing the whole world through my actions that I don’t have a heart, that I don’t feel a fuck. And I pretty much want to keep it that way.
But now, because of this piece of paper that we’re going to sign, I’m forced to act the opposite of what I’ve always done, I have to act in love. So I’m scared that people are going to start digging where they’re not supposed to and I can’t have that. And is it even possible to act on an act? To act the opposite of what I’ve been acting all along. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt. Fuck!
The moment she walked through the door I knew she was going to be trouble – and not just with a capital T – all CAPITAL letters. Not only was she probably the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, but her whole endeavor screamed loudly out in my mind.
I was not expecting her to look like that … I mean, we’ve Skyped once but her hair was hidden under a towel and her face was covered in some kind of mask. I wasn’t attracted to her at all and that was one of the reasons I was prepared to offer her the contract. And here she shows up, looking like a freaking dainty fairy in probably the sexiest outfit ever. Okay, it’s only jeans, a short top, and a jacket, but nonetheless. I instantly needed to shift my stance a little due to the sudden tightness of my pants.
Aria – I say the name in my head a few times. I mean, I should fix it in my mind, don’t want to have a forget-her-name slip in public.
Soft laughter echoes through the house and bumps from wall to wall, like a blind stranger looking for the right path, and then it ghosts through me, leaving a little drop of warmth behind in my chest. I sneak towards the half-open door like a thief in the night, not wanting to intrude and stop the sunny sounds. For some unknown reason, it fills a void inside me I didn’t even know existed.
I lean against the doorway, just staring at the little girl on the bed. A soft light illuminates the newly decorated room with a color scheme of soft pinks and greens - pink being Leyla’s favorite color. Mel painted a huge mural of a realistic fairy-tale forest scene, complete with a unicorn, fairies, and other cute creatures on one wall. I must admit, it turned out pretty awesome and Leyla flipped when she saw it.
“Pascal is my favorite.” It takes me a while to realize she stopped laughing and is in fact talking to me. She points at the built-in flatscreen where a green chameleon is pulling funny faces. Then she pats the bed with her hand and I sit down.
“I’m glad my sister found you, Enrique Blackburn,” she gives me a little smile and I swear that’s what an angel must look like.
“Now she can be happy for once. She’s been crying a LOT.” For some reason, I don’t like the idea of Aria being sad.
A little ungirly snort draws my attention and Leyla’s concentrating on the television again.
A white horse fights with a guy over some bag and the horse’s expressions are just hilarious. Leyla giggles again and the sound puts a smile on my face.
“I like the horse,” I say, feeling awkward next to this child.
She looks at me pouting her mouth.
“Yeah, you would. His name is Maximus. He’s like you - acts tough, but is a real softy underneath.”
I wonder for a moment if she can see into the shadows of my soul, but before I can ask, Aria appears with towel-dry hair in super-short red pants and a black t-shirt and I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life. Scratch the previous outfit, this one is now number one in my books. This girl is fucking beautiful, and that’s a problem … for me.
Her plump lips part and I have to hold myself back not to grab her to get a little taste of that perfect mouth. I may not have a heart, but I am still a man.
“Tangled again?” she asks her sister lovingly, oblivious of my inappropriate thoughts, and receives a big smile as her answer.
Date = 18 March Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) POV - Enrique “Do you want something to drink before we start?” I ask, getting up from the bed a little too quickly. “Coffee, coffee, coffee,” she pleads, holding her hands together as if she’s praying. How can she be so comfortable? I feel as if I can’t breathe. I walk behind her to the kitchen. Her hips sway sensually with each step and I take a deep frustrated breath. I’m mantsy as hell. ‘Get a grip on those hormones, Blackburn!’ I pep talk myself out of my daze and notice her eyes moving over my body before she plops down on one of the red high chairs standing in a row at the breakfast nook. I’ll have to think out some strategy to get the sex thoughts out of my head else I’ll be walking with a hard-on all the time. Maybe we should include sexual rights in the contract, I mean … she must have needs too. I turn my back towards her and focus on the red Nespresso, putting a pod inside and pressing the button. Almost immedia
Date = 26 March Place = San Francisco (Mission Street) POV - Aria “I can’t believe you let me buy all this shit!” Three heads swivel to face the blonde that’s been talking non-stop using extreme hand gestures, despite the fact that the one is still in a cast. We’re simply four women enjoying a deserving day away from the overbearing males in our lives, and turning heads as we walk down the colorful world of Mission Street to where we’ve parked our car, lugging loads of parcels and bags. “But they’re so cute … ain’t they cute?” She’s looking at me now and I just nod my head cause I know she probably won’t give me a turn to talk anyway. “Look at this tee-dee, its tum-tum is so fat and cuddly,” she pulls out a teddy bear from one of the parcels and talks in this baby voice. I look up at the sky with a smile. “Ug, I know. Granny is so excited to meet the little cheese ball. Yes, she is.” Now Haley is joining the coo-coo parade, talking in her baby voice, patting Mel’s little bump so
Date = 26 March Place = San Francisco (Pier 39) POV - Aria Soon we are laughing so much, tears stream down our cheeks and my tummy actually starts to ache. These girls know just how to cheer a person up, and I’m so glad they entered my life. I hate lying to them and I hope, one day, after the contract expires, we can still be friends. POP! BANG! The car swirls across the road and seems to decelerate quickly making a strange flop-flop-flop sound. “Ship!” Kiara screams and pulls on the steering wheel to counteract the sudden pull to the right. She concentrates to keep the white BMW going in a straight line, her tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly, and eventually, she manages to park safely next to the road. The smell of burnt rubber and dust mixes in a cloud over us. “What the hell happened?” Haley asks looking at each of us as if she’s mentally making sure we’re okay. Mel is pale and she looks around frantically as if she’s expecting somebody to come and snatch her away. I
Date = 27 March Place = San Francisco (Palace of Fine Arts) POV – Enrique “Where are you?” I’m on the phone waiting at the door for my ‘girlfriend’ to arrive, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. I’ve learned in the past week not to expect anything rational from Aria, cause she will surprise you. “Eh, in the limo, duh!” This girl will drive me through the madhouse straight to hell. “Aria! Stop doing that!” “Then don’t ask me questions I don’t have the answers for! For the last time, get it into that robotic skull of yours – I don’t know San Francisco, Sport!” I open my mouth to comment, but she hangs up the phone. I take the phone from my ear and look at the screen as if I need some proof that she just did that. I take a deep breath and count to 20 – ten just won’t cut it this time. It’s the second time she’s done this hanging-up-on-me shit and it is extremely annoying. Deep inside I know she’s right … she doesn’t know the city yet … but it doesn’t matter. For some reas
Date = 27 March Place = San Francisco (Palace of Fine Arts) POV - Enrique We sip our drinks in silence for a while, each one lost in his own thoughts, our eyes focused on the green door. “We’re both screwed so bad,” Damion sighs, “and if yesterday’s adventures are anything to go by, those two are the same pint-size blobs of disaster. So good luck with that!” “What happened yesterday?” My eyes catch them coming back out, but before he can answer me it suddenly feels as if my blood is clotting in my veins. Brian Cruise and PJ are talking to the girls as if they’re old friends. WTF! I gnash my teeth. I hate Brian and he hates me. Both Mel and Aria quickly look in our direction and then at each other, as if planning something again. “What the flip are they doing now?” Damion stands up straight, his suspended body language mirroring mine as we watch the girls being led to the dance floor. My sister’s influence about swearing rubbed off on him already. I’m trying because of Leyla, but
Date = 28 March Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home) POV - Aria BWWAAA BWA BWA BWA BWWAAA! I jolt up and from shock widely open both eyes, instantly regretting it when my head feels like it just exploded. I look around to find the sickly hoarse goose that made that awful sound, but instead of a honking bird, I only find a laughing Enrique at the end of the bed, holding some kind of plastic trumpet thingy. He holds it against his mouth and blows. BWA BWA BWWAA! I close my burning ears with my hands, giving the damn twit a look that would kill ten men. The fact that he’s only wearing CK boxers not going unnoticed. I mean, seriously, that body is anything but ugly. No wonder he’s such a sought-after model. “Ug!” I croak, touching my pounding head with my fingertips – extremely lightly. I close my eyes, not only repelled by the luminosity from the sunshine glaring through the open curtains but also to keep my sexual organs from becoming Niagra Falls. Cause that’s what’s gonna happ
Date = 28 March Place = San Francisco (Inferno) POV – Aria As soon as we get out of the car, I take Leyla’s hand and loop my other arm through Lee’s. I have two reasons for doing this - firstly, I need some emotional and physical support, ‘cause my knees are still weak from the kiss. Secondly, and most crucially, I need a human shield between me and my model boyfriend; because I need to unravel my confused haunted mind from this morning’s incident. “The girls are inside,” Damion, waiting in front of Inferno, says while looking at me with a lopsided grin that would make the Snowqueen melt. Lee is literally standing with a dropped jaw, staring with those big eyes at the hunky racer. What a strange little guy. So I forcefully drag him with me towards the club’s huge steel doors, leaving the brothers to talk to their friend – aka future brother-in-law. “Is that …” Lee sounds a bit lost so I butt in. “Yep, that’s Damion Grimm, a beautiful specimen of the male species, and on his way t
Date = 1 April Place = San Francisco (back of a van) POV - Enrique The stench of rotten eggs, mixed with something drastically nasty, burns my nostrils and makes my eyes water. “Ug, someone is dying from the inside out,” I murmur, desperately trying to push my nose against my shoulder to seal off the smell since I can’t use my hands. “Oh, come on people … seriously, who let it rip?” little Lee asks, sounding as if he wants to kill the culprit right there and then. He’s the definition of the smaller the bottle the deadlier the poison … a tiny guy with a huge cocky and fearless attitude. The air is filled with grunts and groans, but nobody mans up to being the owner of the fart. “Guys, please … although that was a shocker … we’re in tight corners here … I really don’t want to suffocate before I’m killed,” Jackson protests, removing my number one suspect from my list. “Stinks like a shrimp boat that got stuck in the cheese aisle of the supermarket!” Lee gasps right next to me as i
Date = 14 JulyPlace = San Francisco (on the road)POV - Enrique“So, and correct me if I’m wrong here … you dropped River and her parents with Damion … Lee is back here with you … but where’s Skye then?” I look at the man riding shotgun. Axel interrupted his Olympic practice to go help Jackson - not much of a surprise there - and they found the little stowaway hiding in his truck after I let them know about her disappearance. That’s one super strange kid.I shift my gaze to my twin. Together they rescued the innocent, picked up River’s parents in Portland and stuffed them safely with Damion’s group … wherever that may be. But, and I asked Mel about this, there’s no trace of this Skye chick …So I’m trying the impossible - to figure out what Jackson’s done with the girl. His usual brainwave regime is like herding cats to begin with … so a smitten Jackson might act even more illogically ridiculous. Jackson with feelings - that’s a whole new concept. Right about now, I’m even considerin
Date = 9 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - AriaWARNING – sex scene!!!“Do you want me, Fairy girl?”I feel his need pressing against my hip and resist the urge to let out a whole hysterical laugh. “Sport … "“Yes,” he feathers kisses down my neck. My brain shuts down.“I … eh … " Oh hell I’m stuttering. I let out a low laugh and try to push him away. “I want you. I do. But I still want to hurt you too. Because you always hurt me … but that’s just who you are … and I know that … you’re a player and actually it’s not your fault … you never led me on … but still I need you to feel the same pain … it’s pitiful but …”He cups my face and kisses me … most likely to shut me up … and frickin hell it’s working - here hauled up against the very sexy, very warm, very hard body of the man I love I’m totally speechless.There’s a million and one reasons why this is a bad idea … my heart getting broken all over again the main one. I should run. Now is the time to push him away, rej
Date = 8 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - Enrique“Sooo, you’re Jackson. Well, I see what Skye means … you ARE the hot one.” I roll my eyes. We’re fucking identical. Well, except for the tats … and his crazy eyes. And it’s that glower that examines the girl sitting on the kitchen counter with a critical squint. River, however, does not seem to be rattled, not even in the slightest, by his seemingly chained up intensity. Her face scrunches up, wrinkling that cute upturned button-nose, as she gives a big, toothy smile (missing a few).“But you’re a hot mess, dude. I’ve seen better dog turds.” She seems genuinely sincere and I clench my lips to suppress my laugh. He cracks his knuckles. Right now he won’t see the humorous side of anything. Jackson is on the edge. Right on the very tip of it. I know this from years of experience living under the same roof. The slightest chuckle might push him right over. And getting into a one-on-one with my brother when he’s like this is
Date = 8 July Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV - Aria “Just stick your finger up his nose and then kick him on his sexy ass!” My laugh sounds sectionable, like I’ve been chicken-flipping cocaine. Mel lowers her voice, “But really bitch, talk to my stupid brother and make him open his frickin eyes.” Yeah, right. That would be nice, except I’m the blind one, seeing things that ain’t real. For him we are nothing more than an expired contract. Signatures on a piece of paper. But I can’t tell her that. “Come on Aria, hurry up.” From the passenger seat, the tiny voice, giddy with anticipation, interrupts my phone call with my best friend. I miss her. “Mel, wish you were here.” “Soon.” Really though? I’m not so sure this whole revenge ‘thing’ those people got going is ending soon. In a world teeming with intrigue and uncertainty, there are those who find themselves marked for danger. Like these San Francisco boys. A spectre of stalking looms over their existence, an eminent th
Date = 7 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueAlone.That’s how I feel. Sole-slayingly alone.Everybody appears to be gone. My mood sucks. And I’m feeling as though I’ve been abandoned in hell.It’s been more than a week since we rescued Aria … more than seven days since my twin raced off somewhere with our uncle. And over 200 hours since Logan and Alejandro disappeared.Axel is on a training spree, getting ready for the Olympics. Damion is still hiding my sister while Ilkay is somewhere on the black continent treating mosquito bites. And here I am, spending my nights at the club, and my days trailing Aria like some twisted stalker in the shadows, holding my breath that nothing bad happens to her again. Although we’ve taken all the necessary precautions we could under these circumstances … equipping everyone with tracking bracelets (complementary of Blackburn Inc.), handing out stunt guns small enough to fit in one’s pocket, and exploiting a shitload of guards secretly a
Date = 27 JunePlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center)POV - AriaI watch them walk away. They seem happy. The previous anxious aura now gone. His father looks just like him - dark hair, dark eyes. So does his sister. I’ve seen them in here before. The little girl with the ice cream. In total contrast, his brother inherited their mom’s blonde hair.“I’m going in. Talk to you just after.” I end my conversation with Mel. She told me everything Enrique left out earlier … the part about what’s gonna happen with Lee, one way or the other. I also learned that Amanda died in an unthinkable horrible way. On the bright side … she sent me a photo and her tummy suddenly popped … looks like she swallowed a basketball.“You can go in now,” a nurse announces to me. I’ve patiently waited for his family to leave. I didn’t want to intrude. Or rather … I didn’t want to answer their, what would be, awkward questions. They seem so friendly; loving; normal. So where did Brian fall off the bus? Why did
Date = 27 JunePlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueWARNING – sex scene!!!“Are you hungry?” I ask, trying desperately to cut through the uncomfortable edge hanging in the air. Why this girl has the ability to make me suffering from a chronic tummy ache, for one, I’m not sure … but I have an idea. I’m in … I’ve fallen for her. And I want her in my life. Forever.First, I need to fix my mistakes. Even though I did it to keep her safe, I know I hurt her. And, after everything, she was still put in harms way. Maybe if I haven’t pushed her away, I would have been there to protect her … like I’m supposed to.I walk to the small kitchen, where the bacon and mushroom omelets are sitting cold on the room service trolley. I had it delivered earlier, but Aria was still asleep from the sedative the medic gave her on the scene. She was having a full on panic attack when she woke up at the warehouse.The whole pregnancy issue, the way I put her down, the fact that I wasn’t around when she
Date = 27 JunePlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - Aria“Ow,” I murmur as pain pierces my head, little knifes stabbing into my brain while images flash through my mind like a low-budget horror movie. The dirty mattress. Lee’s angry eyes! Amanda’s scared mascara-smudged face! Eerie screaming, similar to seagulls fighting over food. Blood. Wicked laughter. I take a deep breath. I swear I can smell the ocean. And fried bacon. My eyes jolt open. I blink a few times to adjust them to the bright sunlight shining through the large open sliding door. I’m in a strangely familiar-ish room. Fear paralyzes me. First they took Amanda away … then Lee … now it must be my turn.I try to move but seem to be weighed down. I gasp, bracing myself for an impending panic attack. They tied me to the bed. They’re gonna kill me. Or worse, rape me. Or the ultimate worst - both. In a fit of panic I gasp a few fast breaths, before gently turning my head to see what’s pinning me down …Just to find Enrique’s an
stronzo = Italian for ‘asshole’ Figlio di puttana = Italian for ‘Son of a bitch’ Cazzone = Italian for ‘Idiot’ Date = 27 June Place = San Francisco (Grimms) POV - Enrique Warning – graphic content! “Anything?” Jackson leans over Jesse’s shoulder to stare at the screen, asking the same question for probably the millionth time. I’ve never seen my twin this on edge. I get that he feels responsible for his roommate. I just don’t understand why he feels responsible THIS much. He’s behaving just as crazy as he did when Mel was abducted … maybe even more so. Typically, nothing rattles him much. So this frantic behavior is completely novel. In this situation, I should be the one to go crazy here, but instead I feel entirely depleted; drained of every inch of energy. I stare at the intricate pattern on the thick carpet under my feet. The blue color matching my brother’s wild eyes. I know something is amiss with him … known it for a while … but right now I don’t give a fig … all I care a