MasukDate = 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
Sky whispers, “Of course he did.”“Till today, no one even knew I was there,” Mel whispers. “The gunshot. The horses. All of it — he took the blame.” She sighs deeply, regret and guilt shining in her eyes.Another secret Enrique doesn’t know about — shocking absolutely no one at this point. He told
If one puts it like that …“Fair,” I mutter. “Still. It sucks.”“Maybe we can stalk him?” I think out loud.His smile is a blade. “And that’s why I keep things to myself.”“No,” I murmur, “you like keeping secrets … treat them as if they have feelings.”He smirks faintly. “They do.”There’s a silenc
Date = 14 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Black Pit)POV - EnriqueThe bass from downstairs fades, like even the club knows not to interrupt.Jackson looks exhausted. Older than usual. Like he’s been dragging too many coffins through too many nights.“I’m telling you to leave it, brother.”“Why?”“Bec
“It must be Tony Hawk,” River explains. “He knows the best positions.” I swallow, biting down hard on my lip so as not to break out in fits.“It’s not for skateboarding, it’s …” Luke starts, but gets muffled when his oldest brother quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, holding his head in a grip agai







