Page 101 of Sire
She’s one of The Six.
“So,” Wren marvels once she’s done kicking cats, “Silas and Eily Van de May are partnered with Daniel Pierce andRedix Dean? Hollywood’s hottest men who have that hit show together?”
I hold her hand in the backseat. Axel drives. Nash searches on his laptop, and I get to explain way too much to my wife.
“Yes, Daniel and Redix are married to their wives, Charlie and Cade, and they’re in a secret polycule with Silas and Eily. They’re three married couples who love each other.”
“But,” Wren blinks, “they’re high keyfamous.”
“But,” I cock a brow, “they’re notout. Only a few know.”
“So, how doyouknow them?” Wren asks Axel. “Sire married them. They worship him, of course, so why do they hate you? Shocker.”
I laugh.
I love how Wren gives Axel shit.
“Because,” Axel grumbles, “Eily Van de May hosts an epic, erotic Halloween party, and she asked me to scare the shit out of the guests these past two years, and it worked. The husbands hate me.”
“How do you know Eily?”
Axel lauds, amused, “She walked right up to me on Meeting Street and asked for my help. Guess I look sinister, and she’s likeyou: a little rabid dog with a bow and bone when she’s hungry.”
Wren narrows her eyes. “Is that a compliment?”
“Yes,” Nash answers her. “And they don’t like me, either. I had a run-in with Cade Bryant at Delta’s, the sex shop, and let’s just say I left a bad impression. Now, we need you to ease the tension.”
“Who’s Cade Bryant?”
Nash lowers his Clark Kent glasses. He doesn’t need them. He just looks like a mean motherfucker without them, which he can be, thankfully.
“Cade Bryant,” he explains, “is a former cop who busted amajor trafficking ring. The same ring where we found you, and we need to ask her how they operate.”
Axel pulls our Tahoe into the parking lot of a private marina with yachts in every slip.
I reached out to Silas Van de May and secured our guarded invitation.
We have one night on his ship, one meeting with The Six, and I have one chance to figure out how this is all connected to my evil father.
“I gotta say,Pastor. I didn’t know you kept such criminal company.”
Silas Van de May sits on his ivory sofa across from ours. We’ve been friends … until now.
“He’s not a criminal.” Eily, Silas’s wife, sits on his lap, playfully slapping his naked chest. “IaskedAxel to scare us. Remember? Quit being a boner killer about it.”
A famine would be more welcome in this room than Axel and Nash.
While me? I’m getting a different vibe from them.
“Wren…” Eily leans forward, all tiny and mighty like my wife. “Please excuse my husband and partners. Normally, they’re sweet, but they got kids and haven’t been laid in a while, so they’ll be uptight until we do.”
“I understand.” Wren curls beside me on the onyx sofa. Nash sits beside her, and Axel’s beside him. “I was frustrated until Sire finally fucked me, too.”
They laugh while our other hot hosts, sitting with Eily, glare at my brothers.
But each time the men look at me,Ifeel like the famous one, the one their eyes devour.
It’s odd.
