Not 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 maybe he didn’t have time to shave.
It shouldn’t be so damn sexy.
He has gone from boy to man in the past ten years and it doesn’t help that he has this way of drawing me in. Even by just standing there, eyes flaring with a restrained temper — pissed off — he is all kinds of hot.
“Not to mention that I’ve personally experienced your love-em-and-leave-em deviltry first-handily — TWICE. So, your honor, the accused is found guilty of being a heartbreaking player. Court adjourned.”
I give him my best battle-winning smile ever, but it’s short-lived as the warmth drains from those green eyes until he’s staring back at me in sorrowful regret. It’s like a door slamming closed. What the frick?
For a moment, we’re just standing there drowning in each other’s gazes. Or I’m drowning. Not sure about him.
He really has the best eyes — Dulux Wicked Witch — to be precise. I would know cause I painted my dresser that exact color in my senior year. The one that holds my underwear. Because I like green.
“Damion, we’re going to shoot some balls!” Logan calls, walking past us, breaking the spell. Then I feel an arm encircling my waist from behind and a kiss lands on my cheek. I look up into Ren’s warm brown eyes. Eyes that do not affect me. At all.
“Hi babe, sorry I’m late.” Damion’s expression changes to hard and cold. I hate that Ren calls me babe! It reminds me of the little talking pig flick and I’m not a pig, even though the little swine was pretty darn cute.
The brunette I saw clinging to Damion earlier grabs a hold of his arm with a potent smile.
“Ah, at last, we’re all together,” she says stiffly as if afraid of cracking her postbox red lipstick. Damion seems pissed. She’s pretty with her dark bob hair, flawless face, and tall curvy body. And she sure loves red — her slutty dress is the same hue as her lips and nails.
“Oh, where’s my manners?” the bitch sites, now with a fake smile and a warning in her dark eyes. I don’t like her. She reminds me of this huge spider Jackson used to keep in his room — they have the same glare. I put on a mocking dummy smile too.
“I’m Chloe, Ren’s friend from school, and … " she wavers, pouting those red lips up at Damion, “hopefully … soon I’ll be this man’s wife.” Holy fuck! I glare at the biker but his face is as unemotional as a table. Is he really going to marry this bitch? Wow. I bite my lip cause all of a sudden a pain is slashing through my chest, watering my eyes.
Ren holds out his hand to Damion. “Hi dude, I’m Ren, Mel’s b o y f r i e n d.”
I may be wrong, but I’m sure he intentionally pushed the last word out. Damion hesitates just for a second, staring into Ren’s eyes, his own pulled into a frown, blazing as if it’s on fire. He pulls free from the red-nailed claws, turns around, and walks away without another word, ignoring Ren’s hand and the girl with the tight face. I swear her face got even more taut.
“Friendly chap that one, like always.” Ren frowns. Yeah, his friendliness will for sure drive me to alcohol, man-whores, and the murdering of small-brained rodents!
“I didn’t realize that you know him.”
“Oh, I haven’t met him, face to face, but he has a reputation … and he likes to use it.”
I wonder what he means. Maybe Damion uses his fame to pick up girls. Not that he needs to. And I know for a fact that Damion hates that part of his job the most. The fame — not the girls. They all do — Logan, Jackson, Enrique …
“I’m going to look for Jason,” Ren says, “You and Chloe can get to know each other a little. Maybe you’ll even become best friends. That would be awesome.”
Yeah. Not going to happen.
As soon as he’s gone, I excuse myself as politely as I can manage, to go get another fruity drink. How can Ren be friends with those people? I’m not sure who’s worse … Jason or Chloe. The girl is still standing at the table where I left her. I’m not going back.
Nope. I need to find Kiara. Fast.
I scan the room. No luck. Maybe she’s in the games room.
I side-step a few times, trying to avoid bumping into someone, and walk into my uncle’s man cave, just to find Damion shooting some balls all alone.
“You stalking me?” I ask pointing a finger at him.
“I could ask the same question since I was here first.” Again with that freaking smirk. He’s wearing faded jeans that look annoyingly good on him. As he leans over to take a shot, those designer jeans slip low, revealing an inch of orange CK trunks and a sliver of smooth flesh, not to mention the hint of prime male ass.
“Have you seen Kiara?”
“I’m not her keeper, am I?” OMG, he will drive me to murder. He sinks a ball in the right-corner pocket.
Someone staggers through the door, holding onto the walls. It’s Jason. He stops right in front of me and it takes him a few minutes to register who I am. He blinks his bloodshot eyes several times and then a smile appears on his drunken face.
“Oh, hi beautiful.” He tries to stand up straight but falls forward onto me, his hand awkwardly grabbing hold of my boob.
“I warn you, Steward, keep your hands off her!” An angry growl erupts from somewhere and Jason flies back to hit the wall with a loud thud. He struggles to get up and glares at Damion, now standing between us. The biker seems tense.
Jason swings from side to side, steps forward, and focuses on Damion’s face. He points a shaky finger right at the biker’s nose.
“I’m not scared (hic) … of you anymore.” He slurs his words and with drunken bravado shoves Damion, pushing him with both hands. Jason falls against the table, but Damion stays rigid. He doesn’t move an inch.
“And you can (hic) … stick your threats (burp) … up your ass … you can’t … you can not tell me what (hic) …. what to do … I … I am not … scare me …” He sloshes his words around.
He’s not making any sense. He must be drunker than I thought. He launches a pathetic punch aimed at Damion’s face who dodges it with ease.
“Fuck this.” A fist flies out and hits Jason square on the jaw. He hits the wall again and slides down into a sitting position — man down.
I step back, bump into the table, and start to lose my balance. Strong hands grasp my middle, keeping me upright. Straight against his body.
“What was that about? You just hit the guy! Not that I don’t like it, ‘cause I do. He deserved it.” I’m babbling.
That BEAST smirk turns into a cocky grin that he knows is sexy as hell. He knows exactly what he’s doing to my libido. I mean he’s been trained or schooled to get under a girl’s skin and into her pants …
A voice in the back of my head tells me to push away and run, but my body doesn’t listen and that gland in my brain is starting up.
“Stop doing that,” I can’t let him see how he affects me. I won’t let him play with me and my heart again.
“What?” His cocky grin now turns even sexier and his eyes, oh boy, don’t even get me started with that. It’s those damn vampire eyes. Maybe I should start wearing Vervain.
“That thing you’re doing with your eyes! It might work with other girls, but I find it annoying!” Annoyingly sexy that is.
“Really?”
“Yes, not everybody thinks you’re hot, you know.” His grin gets even bigger. It’s as if he knows I’m lying. And that’s unsettling.
“I never had complaints before, but good to know! I’ll put that in my confidence-building speech.” He pulls me so close that my breasts are squashed against his chest, and I’m sure he can feel my hard nipples through both our clothes. I tilt my head up to him, his eyes trapping me and I can’t move, my heart beating so hard I swear it’s going to explode.
He cradles me between his legs, moving his hips against mine while pushing me up against the pool table. So many times have I dreamed about experiencing feelings exactly like this, utterly consumed by somebody, sparks flying … but why does it have to be HIM?
The look in his eyes is a combination of danger and trouble, and it’s so intense it terrifies me. With one hand, he tucks my hair behind my ear, moving his fingers to stroke my neck. A shiver moves down my body and causes an aching feeling between my thighs. A soft moan escapes my lips and I bite my lower lip, preventing another sound from slipping past it. I want him to do all the terrible things to my body that I’ve read about. He licks his lips and I want to move my hand and push my fingers through his hair, but instead, I just press my palms against his chest. Then he places his forehead against mine and inhales deeply.
“You’re mine, Mel Blackburn. You just don’t have any idea what you’re doing … " His voice is husky and soft.
“Mel, you in here?” Kiara calls from just outside the door, interrupting him. Damion quickly removes his hands, leaving me feeling both cold and hot at the same time. And the recoil hits me so hard that I need to steady myself against the pool table just to not fall to the ground.
Clearly, my hypothalamus is suddenly working a little too well, damn gland. I almost kissed the devil. And now I’m feeling euphorically sick.
Kiara enters the room, followed by my brothers. They don’t look too surprised to see Jason lying limp against the wall — and they don’t ask.
Damion pushes past everybody without saying a word.
At the exit, he bumps into Ren and Chloe.
Without warning, he grabs a surprised Ren, holding his shirt collar in a tight grip.
“I’m not scared of you, dude!” Ren grumbles, a strange light in his eyes. His body seems tense, contradicting his words.
“You should be, DUDE,” Damion says calmly and removes his hands slowly. He wipes some imaginary dust from Ren’s shoulder.
“You should be.” He lightly slaps Ren’s cheek with his palm a few times before he storms off. Chloe chases after him.
“I’ve got it,” Axel says and leaves. I’m not sure what he has.
“What’s wrong with Damion?” Kiara asks.
“I guess he just doesn’t like assholes!” Jackson’s eyes are on me hanging onto the pool table for dear life, my legs too wobbly to stand on.
“It must be that.” Logan looks at Jason’s limp body, pulling his mouth into an upside-down smile before he too eyes me.
“There’s something majorly wrong with that guy, and I want you to stay away from him,” Ren orders me in a shrill voice, still angry after getting manhandled, his eyes are so full of hate that it scares me. I want to tell him that he can’t tell me what to do but my voice hasn’t returned yet.
“Maybe you’re the one she must stay away from!” Jackson hisses at Ren, staring at him with a stern face. For some reason, Jackson despises my boyfriend. Is he my boyfriend? We haven’t made it official yet. Ug, it doesn’t matter.
“And if I catch you ordering my sister like that again … " he doesn’t finish his sentence, but his eyes clearly show that whatever he didn’t say is not something good.
Ren swallows hard and doesn’t say anything back.
“He’s freaking hot.” Enrique looks at the beauty in his arms as if he didn’t know she could actually speak.
“Peops, you hear this ….” Enrique says mockingly. The girl looks up at Enrique’s teasing eyes and pouts her lips for a kiss.
“Jealous?” Enrique gives her a little peck but doesn’t answer. If she knew my brother, she would know that Enrique never EVER gets jealous of a girl. None of them do.
“She’s right, he for sure is one of the best-looking men out there.” Kiara agrees with the redhead, “But he’s just as dysfunctional as the rest of you,” she continues glancing at Logan as if he’s going to disapprove, but Logan only pouts his mouth.
“He’s the type your mom warned you to stay away from, but you just can’t do it, and then he shatters your heart into millions of pieces.” Isn’t that the truth?
“Exactly!” Kiara agrees again. “Damn, girl, you might not be as dumb as I thought.” The redhead frowns.
“Thanks,” she says, “I think.”
“What do you think, Sis, is he handsome?” Jackson, like always, must stir the pot even if it’s empty. All eyes move towards me and my mouth feels drier than a cactus in the desert and I swallow hard.
Anger gets hold of me. He’s a freaking pain.
“Who the fudge cares!”
Jackson smiles eerily as a serial killer would at his victim, but I don’t give a hooting hell at this moment. I’m mad — mostly at myself for being so weak — and a lot at Damion for making me feel that way.
I take big strides towards the bar before anybody thinks to ask some more questions. Like — why am I so worked up over my little brother’s stupid bloody friend? That right there is a VERY very good question. Another one would be — why does the gland in my brain dispense a whole cocktail of hormones only when he’s around?
The asshole enjoys making me suffer, getting under my skin, and making me angry on purpose. Gmf, telling me I don’t know what I’m doing! Hell, excuse me for not being a total slut who jumps every dick I see. Not that I’ve actually seen one for real.
I order a drink, trying to calm myself down. Ren pulls me into his arms and I rest my head on his strong chest. Maybe I should give him a chance. At least he’s not a psychotic, unfeeling, heartless maniac like certain other people. Sociopath — I’m sure he pulls girls’ hearts out for fun, squashes them, and buries them in his backyard while chipping another mark on his bedpost — cause that is what Damion is, a freaking sociopathic serial heart killer.
“I need you to stay away from that man.” Ren strokes my hair, but the anger inside me doesn’t subside.
“Is that an order?” I snap.
“You don’t know him,” he hisses. Oh, I think I know him well enough.
“He’s not right in the head.” True. But I still don’t like being told what to do.
“I guess you don’t know about the curse?” His voice drops. I push him away and look into his eyes.
“My curse?” He avoids looking at me as if he’s embarrassed. “Do you believe it?”
“No!” he answers quickly. “It’s not a curse. Jason told me. Damion started it to make sure no guy ever came near you. Apparently, you were … and still are … off-limits to everyone.”
Damion did WHAT?! I can’t frickin believe what I’m hearing! He is the reason for my awkward social life, my non-existent love life, why guys walked circles around me … and he dares to tell me that I don’t know what I’m doing!!!
Who’s freaking fault is THAT then?!
“Damion is the curse?” I ask, more to myself.
“Well, yeah. But don’t worry, I’m not scared of him,” Ren answers patiently.
“You should be,” I say without thinking. Ren pulls a strange face.
I see Damion leaning against the wall, arms folded, sexy as hell, looking at us. The brunette is clinging to his arm once more, but it’s as if he doesn’t even register she’s there.
Enrique walks up without his girl and pulls Chloe from Damion. She tries to hang on, but my brother is relentless. What the hell is going on? Why are all the boys dragging Chloe around like that?
Ren follows my gaze and also looks at Damion, who winks with a wide grin. I ignore his deceptively boyish smile — knowing full well that there’s nothing boyish about him — and go back to being mad.
“Are you in love with him?”
“No!” I answer way too quickly, and Ren turns his head back to look at me, a deep frown on his face. “I hate him,” I state to explain. But I also want him. Or rather … my body and stupid gland want him. Not my mind … or my heart.
Damion pushes that delicious body away from the wall and then he’s gone.
Ren whispers that he needs to go check on Jason and weaves through the crowd. I take a deep breath … and another.
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 = 5 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Stanford) and San Jose (Santana Row)POV - Melaena“My brother was released from hospital this morning —” I break off and shake my head. Not quite right. I tighten my grip on the backpack I’m hugging tightly to my chest.“I fell my ass off right in front of one of the hottest men in the world, who just happens to be the dog trainer of the team —” Nope, even worse.“Prof, have I told you that you’re my most favorite —” No one likes a suck-up. Even if it’s the truth. Anne Jones, a lady in her fifties with the language skills of a 16-year-old, and the scorn of Dolores Umbridge when you get on her wrong side, really is my favorite professor.Why am I so tense? I was only 10 minutes late for class. I’m sure she’s not going to let me write out ‘I should not be late’ a hundred times with a magical quail. I rub my knuckles in anticipation, clear my throat, and knock on the door.“Come in!”I slowly open the door a few inches and peep around it. She’s on
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