Se connecterDate = 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
A presence.No … multiple presences.I turn slowly, bread still in one hand, and glance toward the sliding front door.Three tiny bodies and a dog.All pressed to the glass like some kind of horror movie, except instead of machetes and soulless eyes, I get mud, glitter, and one terrifyingly smug pup
“A truck. I bought him a Ford. Burgundy. Lifted. With obnoxious tires. It was all my own money. My new job pays very, very well.” I know. I’ve forced Dean to buy the company, then triple everyone’s salary, so she doesn’t get suspicious. I want to help her become successful by giving her a little pus
Sky grins. “Let’s make it a pact. Secret sexy tattoos before our weddings. Something that absolutely destroys them.”“It’s a pact,” Mel says, and we shake on it solemnly, like idiots making sacred vows. “And we document their reactions.”That does it. My nerves snap like overstretched elastic, and I
“We wait,” Jackson snuffs, voice low and final.“For the divers,” Axel mutters. He doesn’t look up. His tone is flat, his expression carved from stone. “They’re on their way.”“But he’s dead?”Jackson finally looks at me — really looks at me — and in his eyes I see something that chills me more than







