Shit, she is even prettier than I remembered, if that’s possible.
My eyes immediately found her in the crowd … like they always do. She’s standing between her uncle and Kiara, just mere meters away from me, wearing distressed jeggings that make those sporty legs pop.
Combine that with a barely-not-see-through, silky, dirty-pink, off-shoulder shirt, showing just the hint of a slinky black bra that flatters her C-cup cleavage and she’s demanding me to stand up and pay fucking attention.
She has great tits. The best I’ve ever seen — full and stiff and just big enough without looking unproportional. I bet they will feel like heaven in my hands.
Fuck. I move a little to compensate for the blood flooding a part south of my navel and seriously try to reprimand my cock down before it gets embarrassing. This girl is making it fucking hard not to act on my impulses. Very fucking hard.
Her hair hangs loose in soft curls down her back, reaching that tight hot-as-fuck ass. I love the color — white-spun sun with streaks of gold, ash, and honey all married together.
Enrique walks past, his arm around a gorgeous redhead dressed in a skimpy skirt and top. Typical of him … he loves gingers. Always has. I’m a blonde man myself. Actually, since the haunted house incident, I’ve secretly been a one-blonde man.
“Looking good, peops!” he shouts at the two girls.
“Who’s the new flavor of the day?” Kiara asks as her mouth pulls into a smile.
“Not a clue, you know I can’t keep up with my brothers’ fuckbuddies, so I don’t even bother to ask for names anymore.” I smile at both her answer and the judgmental look on her face. I know she thinks all of us are man-whores … players … and it’s probably true. The majority of this group does fuck around a lot… myself included, but I bet our numbers are not nearly as high as she thinks them to be.
She doesn’t understand the complications of being a man. Stats show that the average man thinks about sex every 8 seconds. I would put it more to the likes of every 15 seconds, but yeah … it’s not far from the truth.
“So where’s this Ren?” Uncle John asks.
My face contorts into a disgusted smirk all by itself. I’ve heard she’s going out with some asshole. I’m not happy. And it’s something I need to rectify asap.
“He’s going to be a little late cause he’s picking up some friends after work.” I don’t know this Ren guy … but I’ve heard the dude is friends with Jason. Jason fucking Steward. How the fuck can she go out with anyone even remotely related to HIM?
Those parrot-blue eyes lock on mine, making my little man want to do the hula. Not being with a girl for what seems like forever doesn’t help either.
Those windows to her soul display a mother-load of paradoxes — it’s as if the girl is in a constant battle with herself whenever I’m around. Love and hate — both intense emotions directed at me. Ambivalence.
I notice the subtle intake of breath, the way her nostrils suddenly flare, the light coating of goosebumps on her skin, the sudden increase of her pulse, the look in her eyes that she so desperately tries to hide with a shitty expression. I can read her like a fucking comic book.
She’s not as immune to my charms as she wants to let on. That’s not where the problem lies — will she forgive me for ripping out her heart? That’s the question. She’s rather stubborn that one. And can she learn to trust me? Trust is important for my plan to work. But I have an idea that I will need to work on that.
I’m definitely anything but immune to her too.
Hell, she can seriously seduce me with just one look. Fucking magic sorcery. Why else would an 11-year-old boy lose his heart at first sight? The girl is a fucking bewitching angel with voodoo spells.
I clench my hands in fists next to my body and bite my jaw not to grab her and kiss those sinful pink lips. To move my hands underneath that shirt, into those pants, and explore that warm part of her I always dream about. Erotic steaming wet dreams that leave me breathless for hours. Every fucking time.
Oh, I want her so badly … to satisfy this craving she created in me. Maybe fucking her will break the spell she holds over me. My dick stirs again.
I take a deep breath, smile widely, and wink at her.
A little ungirly swear word, starting with a C and naming the place that’s hopefully heating up right now, escapes her lips, a bit too hard. She slams her hand over her mouth while a pink blush spreads to her cheeks. Both her uncle and Kiara look rather astonished at her. She pulls her shoulders up.
“Sorry, it slipped out,” she apologizes while glaring at me with heated eyes. I swear she’s strangling me in her mind. Kinky. I can work with that.
I’m vaguely aware of a touch, but my mind is still lingering on erotic thoughts only she can evoke, and I can’t register, think dirty, and be hard at the same time.
She breaks the passionate lock between our eyes, a moment of heartbreak illuminated in those baby-blues, crashing my thoughts.
Somewhere in my poised mind, I figure that I’m to blame for her sadness again, as my brain slowly starts to function back to normality.
I watch her walk away. Hell, over the years, the habit of her running away from me became a rather familiar sight, one that I came to appreciate, and one that keeps me spellbound. Who wouldn’t with an ass like hers swaying away for you to feast your eyes on?
“Did you miss me, baby?” A warm breath blows in my ear. I freeze. Fuck. I was so engrossed in the moment I didn’t fully register the invasion of my space. I remove the snaky arm from my body as I turn to face probably my least favorite person in this world.
“Why the fuck are you here?” I hiss. “This is a private function.” I’m not happy.
“Oh, it’s like fate,” she starts energetically, “I don’t know if you’ve met Ren … he’s my high-school buddy … and he is going to marry the little blonde girl who lives here.” Over my fucking dead body.
“And I know you are friends with her brothers so I tagged along. And here you are.” Great. Now I seriously need to get Mel away from that asshole. Not only is he friends with Jason … he’s also friends with Chloe Bear … the biggest bitch psycho predator stalker in the world.
Chloe puts her head on my shoulder, holding me so tight my arm is going numb.
“Get the fuck off me!” I shake her off. She pouts her lips. Ugh, suddenly I realize I might not be too fond of blood-red lipstick. I take out my phone and send a group message to the boys.
“S1 PSB — Chloe. ” They’ll understand. We have these codes. PSB is psycho stalker bitch. And S1 means seriousness level 1, in other words, it’s fucking serious.
Jackson eyeballs me from across the room. One side of his lip curls up into an annoying smile. I know that smile. Fuck. He’s been keeping an eye on me since he caught me that day with his sister.
Almost killed me, the fucker. The boy is even more broken than me. And way more dangerous.
I need a fucking drink. A strong one. As soon as I can escape these tentacles.
Axel is first to the rescue.
“Chloe, come with me.” He grabs her arm and pulls her away. She starts to protest, but I’m already ducking out, looking around to find Mel.
Then I see her. She’s talking to Aunt Betty and … my mother. She’s met my mother about twice before.
I walk past the bar, grab a drink, and settle into a corner, close enough to eavesdrop. Yeah, not my finest moment. I should be here for Logan, not spy on his sister.
“So, how was your vacation?” Mom asks, her green eyes drifting over the crowd until it lands on me where I’m leaning on the table against the wall. She frowns lightly. I pull an I-have-to-do-this face and hope she understands her son. But how can she when I don’t even understand myself?
All reason left that day. The 1st of March it was again. I spent a good deal of my life since then, to fathom why I feel what I feel. I still don’t know exactly, but I have an idea.
That day … was a bad day for me, one of the worst. I didn’t expect anyone else to be at that haunted house. So the group of kids was a surprise. I wanted to warn them … but chaos erupted before I could.
And there, between all the madness of fleeing children, a small girl stood bravely, holding her pierced arm, blood dripping through her fingers. She didn’t cry. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked like a wounded angel trying to break out of the darkness. Perfect in any way. Our eyes met and my pain lifted. For the first time in a year, I felt alive.
Maybe that’s where the attraction lies. The fact that she somehow makes it hurt less. For some reason, she’s the only one who can.
“It was great. We saw so many things. I’m really glad we did it.” I’m glad too. I could take the time to focus on myself. I delved into my heart and tried to fix the broken parts.
It was not easy, but I can earnestly say, I know now what I want. And I’m going to do anything I can to get it.
To protect her I shall break every rule. To have her I shall face all my demons. I shall defend her from anything, but who will protect me?
“Hey, dude,” Jackson leans onto the table next to me, his eyes fixed on the same spot as mine … his sister. Fuck.
I down my drink.
But to get what I want … there lies the motherfucking problem. It’s delicate, and challenging, and hazardous. I’m going to have to risk everything. I sneak a peek at the man next to me. Oh, I might make it out alive, but I am definitely gonna experience some extreme physical pain, that’s for sure.
Her curse. I smirk. I started that. And now I’m going to experience it. Karma is a bitch they say.
I turn my glass around between my fingers. But I’m not backing out now.
This is probably the most important decision I’ve made in my life. It took me almost the whole bloody season to decide — I needed to be 110% sure. But I’m ready. It’s now or never.
“What’s wrong with you these last couple of months?” His blue eyes glare through my soul and into the darkest little corner of my being. No one can hide stuff from Jackson for too long — he’s just that good. But I can’t let him in. Not this time. Not yet. I lower my eyes to hide the truth. However, I need to say something. But what?
I can’t very well say I’m thinking of breaking the rules. MY RULES. Rules I never dare to break! Rules that keep me in control.
And I certainly can’t say I’m going to start dating your sister and I’m for sure going to fuck her blind as soon as she’s ready.
“Are you still rattled by the accident?”
No. I’m way past that. Even my body has healed.
“Yes.” I lie. I have to. Jackson is way too observant. And if he finds out now, everything will be ruined. I won’t have a hooting chance in hell to come anywhere near Mel.
I can’t make mistakes.
“Hey,” Luke shouts and grabs my arm. My little brother is only nine but he has the jig of a future player. “Have you met this girl?” I now notice that he’s holding Mel’s hand.
“That’s my sister, little dude,” Jackson says. “Don’t even think about it or I might just have to kill you.” I’m not sure if he’s serious or teasing right now.
“But she’s so dope,” Luke pouts innocently. “I mean, just look at her.” Mel blushes lightly and messes up Luke’s dark hair. “And she smells like candy.”
He’s right. Just seeing her sends a soft humming of need through my body. And she smells like fucking heaven. I want this girl more than anything else on this green earth.
From the first time I saw her, Mel shook my boat, but it was at her locker where she grabbed me by the balls, and she hadn’t let go. I can’t get her out of my mind. And trust me, it’s not because of a lack of trying. I’ve been trying for 10 fucking years. I’ve tried everything … I tried to stay away, I tried to be a good boy, I tried to fuck her out of my mind, I tried to concentrate on my racing, I tried to grow out of it. Nothing seems to work.
I’ve been patient … but I think I’ve reached my limit.
Luke pulls Mel forward and her arm brushes against mine. It feels as if I am shocked by a cattle prodder, sparks shooting from my arm to my toes, electrifying my dick into a semi-hardon.
“Hey, Jackson,” Enrique shouts from the bar, “Come drink one with the birthday boy.” Logan is already a little unfit on his feet. Jackson leaves, taking some of the tension with him.
“So, how have you been? Enjoyed the year away?” Hearing the slight crack in my voice makes me cringe for a drink right about now … an extra-extra-strong one.
“I’m good thanks, yep, a year away from YOU and my brothers — best time ever.” She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. And I’m sure she accentuated the ‘you’.
I lean forward, my mouth at her ear.
“So did you think of me?”
She gasps. “Yes.” I know it slipped out. She backpedals as fast as she can. “No!” A horrified expression on her face.
I pull my eyebrows up and plaster on a sexy grin. It pees her off in an instant. I’m sure she’s thinking of strangling me again.
“It will be much more erotic,” I say. It comes out more husky than intended.
“Huh?” She’s clearly confused.
“Choking me in reality will feel much more erotic than dreaming about it.” Her eyes grow wide.
“It’s a gift,” I answer her unasked question. Darn, I love teasing her.
“If you date my lame-ass brother, you can become my sister,” my brother chimes with puppy-love eyes. “Please, the guy sucks in the female department, but he’s a pretty nice dude if you get to know him.”
“I don’t suck.” I just try to keep my sex life away from home. It’s in my rules. And I’m not proud of the way the press portrays me. Or that they’re mostly right.
“And I’m sure this lame-ass brother can still kick your but!” I say, suppressing a smile, “I don’t have a problem picking up girls.”
“That’s for sure,” she hisses, her face turning into that familiar judgmental one. Maybe I should just shut up now before I ruin everything.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll believe it when you ask Mel out.” Luke pulls a shitty face while looking sincerely at me.
“I’ll see about that.” I wink at my brother.
“Chicken!” Luke pulls his eyes at Mel with a sexy little I-told-you-so smile and then he challenges me with a cocky stance, chin in the air.
“And you’re so dead,” I threaten. Luke runs away, looking back, pointing his fingers at me and then at his eyes, showing that he’s watching me. I smile and pull a finger across my neck, making a cut-throat sound.
“Cocky little bastard.”
“Seems to me it runs in the family,” she dabs.
“Yep, just like our great taste in women. So will you?” I blink and scratch the back of my head. Why do I feel awkward all of a sudden?
“Go out with you?” her voice dips. I hold my breath. Then she pushes out her chest, not knowing that she leaving me with the perfect view of her cleavage. “I’m not that naïve little girl anymore and I’m certainly not your kinda girl.” She wiggles her eyes and gives me a million-dollar smile. Oh, has she got it wrong. She’s exactly my type. In fact, she’s my only type.
“And what kind might that be?”
“Firstly, it’s old news that Mr. MotoGP doesn’t do blondes. I’m for sure not dying my hair brown to fit into your groupie spectrum.” Okay … maybe I only sleep with brunettes. But there’s a reason for that. A very good one, in fact.
“Maybe you should not judge what you don’t know. Things aren’t always as they seem.” I interrupt her before she gets to her second reason.
My mouth is super dry all of a sudden. This is going to be a little bit more difficult than I thought. How can I convince her that I’ve changed?
Date = 5 SeptemberPlace = San Francisco (Uncle John’s house)POV – MelaenaNot as they seem? Is he trying to claim innocence? How can his affairs, which are plastered over the news every week, by the way, be anything different? I look at his confronting emerald eyes and start throwing ideas through my mind. Did he just tell me not to judge his affairs? Does it look like I’m the judgy type?“I’m not accusing you, but your shenanigans with the female species make for a very convincing closing argument. You could object that I don’t have all the facts, and that’s true, but everybody can witness the evidence of so-called flings in the tabloids and social media. Your face is plastered at least weekly, all over the internet, each time with a different BRUNETTE smiling at your side.”I suddenly wonder what it is with him and dark-haired girls. It’s definitely his type. And I’m definitely not.He rubs his jaw as he studies me from under spiky black eyelashes. He has a hint of stubble like may
Date = 5 SeptemberPlace = San Francisco (Uncle John’s house)POV - MelaenaNot for one moment have I suspected him to be the cause of my curse.Why did Damion do that? Why mess up my life all the time? I swear he’s frozen on the inside … cause no one with a warm heart can be that cruel.I need to get to the bottom of this. He needs to explain.My phone vibrates and I look at the screen in anticipation, hoping just for a second that it’s Damion, before realizing that he doesn’t even have my number. I want to tell him exactly what I think of his threats. Who the fuck does he think he is? I frown when I see a message from an unknown number. I swipe the screen.Private number: Hi Melaena, hope you’re enjoying the partyMel: Who is this?Private number: Call me DMel: What do you want?Private number: Revenge. But mostly I want you!Mel: What?Private number: You belong to me, babe!Mel: Fudge off!Private number: Oh baby, I’m not going anywhere. You are mine.I blink, wondering if maybe t
Date = 5 SeptemberPlace = San Francisco (Uncle John’s house)POV - DamionI glare at the message on her phone. Is this a prank? I dig deep to think of anyone — except me — whose name starts with a D. Fuck. And I’m going away for a few successional races soon, but if she has a stalker I need to do something.Knock. Knock.Someone’s at the door. Fuck. I don’t want to get up. Mel is sleeping peacefully on my chest, making the sweetest sexiest little snoring sound. Almost like a tiny kitten.KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.The person is getting impatient. Fiddling with the handle. I shift Mel gently to the side so I can get up.“Mel?” A voice sounds through the door. “Are you in there?” I cringe on my teeth. It’s the bastardly boyfriend. I unlock the door and swing it open.“What do you want?” I don’t even try to sound halfway friendly. His face contorts. He doesn’t seem to like me very much. Well, the feeling is mutual.“I’m looking for Mel.” He tries to push past me, but I fill the doorway pretty
Date = 10 SeptemberPlace = San Francisco (Paws and Claws Center)POV - Damion“What’s your name?” I ask pushing the frat boy into the tree.“Ben.”“Why were you following that girl?” His brows flip up to his hairline.“Seriously?” he shouts out. “I’m a dude and she’s hot.” I eyeball him, scrutinizing his face for any sign that he might be the D man I’m looking for. He goes bleak and swallows.“I’m sorry. I just wanted to get her phone number,” I let go of the guy’s shirt. He steps away from me. “Fuck. No need to go all psycho crazy, dude.” His tough-boy image cracked, he puffs out his chest a little in the hope of regaining some pride.“Are you going to beat up every guy on campus that looks at her?” Yeah. No. Maybe. I stuff my hands into my pockets and sigh.“You’re going to be busy then, ‘cause she’s one sexy chick.” Suddenly I feel like going all neanderthal again, but I don’t. He’s right. He’s the fourth guy in just an hour. And none of them had a D name. There was Tom, Charles, B
Date = 31 OctoberPlace = San Francisco (paintball place)POV – MelaenaAnother birthday party. Damion’s birthday. 31 October.I wonder who will get hurt this time. At Logan’s party, all my brothers got sick from the STROH rum. But at least no one ended up in hospital.A message comes through just as I’m tying my hair into a braid.D Stalker: Mayday! Mayday! A little actor is dying!I’ve changed his caller ID on my phone so I know when it’s him. I put away my phone. I’m not going to let one crazy coward ruin my life. He’s been sending me messages non-stop since that first time at Logan’s party. Mostly I just ignore them, but it’s starting to creep me out a little. He knows stuff … as if he’s watching me all the time.However, this ‘mayday’ shit is something new. Usually, he just rants on about how I belong to him and that soon we’ll be together.What does he mean by dying … could someone be after Enrique? Would this D guy go as far as to try and kill my brother? He did say that he want
Date = 31 OctoberPlace = San Francisco (paintball place)POV - MelaenaA loud noise judders me to close my ears with my hands. It’s the siren signaling a win. Somebody grabbed a flag. I quickly look over, and then a big smile spreads across my face. Luke is jumping up and down, wildly waving the green flag through the air. I remove my hands slowly, letting them fall down my sides.We won!Jackson stops shooting his brother and Ilkay jumps up from his hiding place and slowly walks over to us with Enrique in tow.“Congratulations.” He intentionally hits Damion on his back, knowing it must hurt like shit. Then he sees the paint marks covering my front and his eyes turn dark. A cameraman is standing close by, recording our win. It must be the one lucky dude Kiara was talking about.“Who the bloody hell shot you like that?” Enrique seems angry and it’s ironic because just a few moments ago he was the one shooting at me.“Chloe went all out killer crazy … emptied her gun on her,” Kiara expl
Date = 31 OctoberPlace = San Francisco (Reaper venue)POV - DamionI think I fucked up again.How is it that I could swirl on two wheels at over 220 miles an hour around a track, but I can’t scrape together enough courage to speak to the one person who means the most to me?“We’re very proud of you, son,” Dad says. Mom just smiles.“Thanks. I love you guys to bits.”“Right back at you, champ.” My father winks at me and leads his wife to their table. They’re sitting with Uncle John, Dean, and some other high-and-mighties that in one way or another, form part of our team.I throw back the cloak of my grim reaper suit, feeling the material scrape against my bruised back, and sit down at my assigned spot at our table, next to Ilkay, all dressed up in bloody scrubs as a mad doctor.“Hey, dude,” Axel, a werewolf, opposite me says, “Nice body paint.” I look down at my exposed torso, professionally painted along with my face, to look like a skeleton, up to where it disappears into some black
Date = 31 OctoberPlace = San Francisco (Reaper venue)POV - DamionI swing her playfully onto the dance floor, turn, and come face-to-face with the 5-foot-4, heart-stopping, stubborn-as-hell beauty as we wait for the music to start.You hurt me you did … Several timesIt hurts to admit that we’re no different … I find it hard to commitBut you don’t even tryStill, I’m better with than without youI pull her tight. She closes her eyes, sucks in a breath, and leans into me — as if it’s an extremely difficult thing to do. Her breasts brush against my chest, her thighs to mine, and everything in between connects, as we slide over the floor.“Culture Code,” she says. “Did you choose the song?” A loose long blonde strand of her hair gets stuck to my stubble.“Yes.” I feel odd. And a fuckload of other things — breathless, anxious, hot, frightened, excited, arrhythmic, drunk, restless — but talkative is not one of them. As we dance, the tight black dress offers peek-a-boo hints of some red l
Date = 1 September (about 1 year later)Place = San Francisco (Grimm house)Melaena Blackburn = 21 years oldDamion Grimm = 22 years oldXamos = 1 year old (born 15 August the previous year)(You get to meet the little girls Leyla, Lili, and River in Book 2) (Ethan is Thalia’s little 10 year old brother)POV – DamionDamion: I’m sure that from lack of use, my sperm grew legs and looks like frogs instead of tadpoles! But it’s gonna be fixed before the night is over (winking-face emoji)(hot-pepper emoji)(eggplant emoji)I touch my crotch with a groan, abstinence from Mel is definitely not my thing. These last weeks have been torture, being in bed next to the woman of my dreams, and the closest I got to touch her was a hug. Fuck, a day without sex with Mel is a fudging long time, two weeks is a fudging excruciating fierce eternity … a month … that’s just plain torturing hell.These four weeks without sex were even worse than the six I had to wait after the baby was born.This no-sex shit
Date = 15 August (about 6 months later) = Enrique’s wedding (Book 2)Place = San Francisco (where the haunted house was)POV - Damion“Hey, son, where is Mel … she needs to get dressed?” Judging by the sound of her voice, Mom is panicking. Why is everyone so on edge? I mean, since we left the club Enrique phoned once … the other bridesmaids three times … and this must be Mom’s fifth call. Hell, it’s just a wedding. And not ours. And there’s still time.“We’re still at the building site …” I calmly explain … again. “We got what we came for.” And what we came for is a tiny piece of blue jewelry… for the bride.Mel got a blue angel charm to hang on her new sister-in-law’s bracelet today as her ‘something blue’. And apparently, it’s very important — a crucial part of the wedding. And that would be why we are back here at the haunted house construction site instead of getting ready at Inferno.“We’ll be there,” I pause slightly to calculate the time it will take us to get there, “in about t
Date = 14 FebruaryPlace = San Francisco (different places)POV - MelaenaI rush through the door of his house with my 3 followers to see Luke’s face lighting up from the exact sofa where the experiment took place.He jumps up and down excitedly before literally throwing me the next clue. Damn, will I ever get used to the Grimm boys and their wild ways? All 3 of them are over-energetic cocky bouncing blobs of sexy cuteness. I wonder how poor Haley manages sometimes. Does she ever get tired?I know for a fact that Luke got called into the principal’s office twice this week alone, and his brother was no better when he was in school. And as far as I understand from Alejandro’s stories, he too was the same.But right now the littlest devil’s naughty hazel eyes are waiting anxiously for me to open the envelope.I know you're hungry – go grab some food at the place where I declared my love openly for you in a song – and where you called my name. “Let me guess — we’re going to have lunch at
Date = 14 FebruaryPlace = San Francisco (different places)POV - MelaenaSuddenly the looming darkness of the house we’ve just stopped at is not that dark anymore.I know the things and lives we’ve lost here will always leave a hole. My hand rubs over my tummy. But the sadness will go away … we all have a bright future ahead … a wonderful happy one.I will help every San Francisco boy to find happiness and a love that can heal them. A love like ours. But knowing my boys it’s not going to be an easy task.A red fire truck from Station 34 is parked next to the house and the men are standing around as if they’re waiting for us.“Can I have the keys to the car?” one fireman asks politely. Alejandro hands it over, knowing that he must be working with Axel.“I’ll make sure to get it back to your place.” He walks away and I’m not sure how we’re going to get back to my place, but it seems that at least Kiara’s car will make it there.I walk through the weathered door to find Jackson sitting o
Date = 14 FebruaryPlace = San Francisco (graveyard)POV - MelaenaI shift my legs into a more comfortable position where I sit on the freshly-planted green grass covering the small heap of the grave site, and then I place the red flowers against the newly erected marble tombstone. A few tears roll down my cheek and I wipe them away anxiously with my hand. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so devastatingly sad losing someone you didn’t even truly know. Fudge jackets, it’s so unfair.Hatred for Harry, for Darren, for Lucinda … for the whole fudge-upped Brown family … boils through me. But most of all I hate my grandfather. How can one person be so cruel? Even after Alejandro explained that Alexander must have been a psychopath, someone without any feelings, I still can’t comprehend it totally.I put my hand against the cold stone that’s now the only indication of the life that was lost and buried deep in the earth underneath. And for what? Revenge? Money? Power?And in the end, Harr
Date = 23 JanuaryPlace = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical)POV – MelaenaLike a black-and-white movie in color, I see Kiara smile at me, holding a picture in her hands. I don’t want to look at it, but I can’t seem to look away. Her mouth moves but no words come out. A blob on the gray picture starts beating in rhythm with the noise in my ears. A heartbeat. A baby. My baby. Damion’s baby.Beep! Beep! Beep! I open my eyes. A green light blinks … on; off; on; off.It’s bothersome. A turn signal. The car rolls, tumbles, crashes … the indicator light flashes alone in the darkness. The air is voided with sound. I scream for help but it’s only in my head, no sound escapes. Through the shattered window I see a man standing in the shadows, like a ghost, watching … his face locked in terror, his gray eyes filled with guilt. It’s dad.Beep! Beep! Something drips on the bonnet of the car like single drops of rain. Blood. My father is standing next to the wreckage, his face full of pain,
Date = 21 January (late at night)Place = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical)POV - Damion“Get Dr. Burden on the phone, now!” My aching head lifts a fraction from my knees on hearing Doc Barney’s voice. He is standing at the nursing station a few feet from my chair. Something in his posture alerts my non-functioning brain as he takes the phone over the counter.“Dr. Burden? Doc Barney from ER. Melaena Blackburn is here — level 2, your name is on her chart and listed as her main care provider. Anything I need to know?” He rambles the information off.He looks confused and surprised, pouting his mouth.“Neh!” he shouts out in shock. Something is off.His eyes that land on me, accusingly, mixed with confusion and worry, confirm the dread that sparks through my body. A spark that, at this point in time, I wish would electrocute itself and die out because I’m done. I’m so fucking done.I want to shout at him, but my tongue is stuck to the top of my mouth and all I can do is stare back
Date = 21 JanuaryPlace = San Francisco (Haunted house)POV - DamionGuppy winks secretly at me before he slams the door of the van closed. They’ve handed me over to two other gang members, looking like Homer-Simpson-twins. I adjust my hands behind my back slightly, making sure the loose ropes don’t fall off prematurely and ruin the plan. Turning my head to the right I give the guy my cockiest lopsided grin, the one that makes girls weak in the knees and wet between the legs. Guess it won’t have quite the same effect here though.I watch as the van drives off, and my smile turns slightly sinister. I hope the meeting between the boys and our new allies works as planned.But even though I know they’re ready to infiltrate the house at any moment, I’m not totally relaxed — I have a bad omen about all this. I need to play my part collectively … no place for errors. I need to create a distraction so the boys can move in secretly. It’s probably the only advantage we have …“So do you guys wat
Date = 21 JanuaryPlace = San Francisco (Uncle John’s house)(Opera House)POV - Damion“Let’s get ready, guys,” Uncle John shouts as soon as we walk through the hermetic sliding door of the underground bunker.Uncle John shouts out orders at the people working down here with some sophisticated equipment any spying agency will kill to have … all part of Blackburn Inc. Jesse goes to a high-tech computer area to get acquainted with the other nerds who are going to help track us.“Guys, grab some clothes,” Logan points to a large walk-in room filled with tactical clothing — in black, navy, gray, brown, camo, and dark green — complete with every possible extra you can think of. We quickly suit up.“You all know that the company created this new tracking device. You spray it onto the skin and it leaves an invisible tracker that makes it possible to locate the person for at least two days. It’s some next-level outer-space shit this,” Logan explains, walking around the room spraying all of us