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
“Fucking assholes,” Jackson snears, “They want us to bleed.”“Guys, mind your step and stay vigilant,” Alejandro says. I’m glad we have him and Jinx. My mind is such a mess, I would have just raced in, tripping every trap and probably ended up dead. Jackson is also not himself today.“Noted,” Axel r
“And how are you gonna see where Lee is?” I ask dryly.“I’ve put this tracking app on his phone.” We all turn our heads to glare at him. He put a fucking tracker on his roommate’s phone. Now that’s not weird at all.“Oh, fuck off.” He drives the Jeep to the exit, this time with cold focus instead of
I glare at Lee, our eyes lock, tensely, like that moment when you see a snake raising its head, poised to strike.“If you touch her, you will wish you were dead.” He drags out vowels just long enough to unsettle you, turning simple words into quiet threats. A chill runs down my spine that causes my
“Maybe a Zulu king’s daughter,” he says grimly. “Or Afrikaner farm girl. The asshole is learning the language after all.”“Afrikaans? But isn’t there only about 50 people still speaking it?” He shrugs.“Would not know … but each time we were there, the whole country seemed to speak the language. May







