Page 68 of Kinks of a Billionaire
“At Asher’s house?” Alessio’s brows scrunched as he tried to process it. “Why would they be there? Was it a setup?”
I smiled. “Apparently they’re into the parties. They’ve come to the last four, according to Asher.”
“What parties?” Byron asked, just as Winston muttered, “Get the fuck out. Thosefreaks.”
“Asher took over hosting the parties after I stopped hosting them. They were not as exciting when I hosted them,” Winston replied casually. I scoffed. I didn’t believe that for a moment.
“You were hosting sex parties and never invited me?” Alessio drawled. “But since you left Byron off your guest list too, I’ll get over it.”
“Like you two would have shown up if you were invited,” Winston remarked dryly.
“Okay, can we table the sex-party talk for now,” I chimed, annoyed. I needed my brothers to sift through this information with a clear head. And I needed to getmyhead straight before I gave in and murdered the entire Harris clan. “Stuart’s family wants something from Willow, and I need to know what.”
That got their attention.
“What do you mean?” Byron was the most serious and responsible of my brothers. He was also fiercely protective of Willow and Sailor because we saw them practically grow up with our little sister.
“It’s just something they mentioned earlier.”
“What did they say?” Winston asked curiously.
“Never mind that.” Willow’s pregnancy wasn’t their business. “The bottom line is that they want something from her, and I need to know what.”
“It can’t be money,” Byron stated pensively. “The Auclairs are financially stable but nowhere near as loaded as the Harris family.”
“Whatever it is, I need your help.” Byron was a workaholic, and even more importantly, he dealt in information. He had all the right contacts and knew how to penetrate firewalls, even at the highest security level. “It might be life or death.”
“Your instincts have always been reliable,” Byron conceded.
A crack of thunder sounded, and my gaze flicked to Willow. She shifted in bed, then turned again until finally her body succumbed back to sleep.
“That’s right. And this time is no different.” Following my instincts was usually what kept me alive during my missions overseas.
Winston rolled his eyes—he believed in logic.
A child’s voice sounded somewhere in the background, and it wasn’t long before my nephew Kol appeared, bouncing in a chair.
“Hey, buddy,” I greeted him. “You keeping your father in line?”
“Did you grow a whole foot taller or did my screen shrink?” Byron teased.
Kol laughed in that carefree way. “I’m going to be taller than you soon, Uncle Byron.”
“He’s ambitious,” Winston declared, humor coloring his voice.
Then Kol turned to his father, Alessio, who proudly hooked his arm over his shoulder.
“What’s up, pal? I thought you were putting your sister to bed with Maman.”
“She’s already asleep,” Kol announced. “Maman says if you’re not up in five minutes, she’s going to play the game alone,” he added, causing Alessio’s face to turn bloodred. “What game is she playing, Dad?”
“What the fuck?” exclaimed Byron as Winston rolled his eyes.
“We know what that means,” I said, grinning. “Better run, old man.”
He glared at me, and I rubbed my chin, hiding my grin.
“I gotta go.” Alessio couldn’t get off the phone fast enough. “Just let me know the intel you need from me.”
