FAZER LOGINDate = 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
They all look like they got here first and never left.Because they did.“Yes … it’s him …” Shoestring is pacing. He’s on the phone, speaking fast, sharp words slicing through the air.“I know it’s a fuckup … but I’ll try to fix —” His voice dips when he sees me, but he keeps going, turning his back
“How bad?” I ask.Logan answers without looking up. “Bad. Blood on the rocks halfway down. The bike’s crumpled. An Enervoltz speed bike. No brake marks.”I glance at Jackson, who still hasn’t looked away from the water.“You saw it?” I ask. Everyone but him.But he nods once.“We were tailing him. H
Date = 13 August Two days to go.Place = San Francisco (Black Pit) Our safe zone.POV - AriaIf anyone had told me a year ago that I’d be sitting on the floor two days before my wedding — barefoot, wrapped in a silk robe that cost more than my dignity, inside an estate four times the size of Manha
She closes her eyes. Her hand curls over mine.“We got tortured for existing. So dreaming felt like a setup for more pain. We just grabbed at whatever piece of life we could get our hands on. Whatever spark made us feel something other than fear or rage or numbness.”“That bad,” she whispers.“Worse







