Page 29 of The First Seal
"Blaze and I were adopted when we were five years old." I chime in.
"Okay. Second question. How old are you guys? Because I feel like y’all haven't changed your looks at all." She asks; we all look at each other with nervous looks on our faces. We can't tell her our real ages that would scare the shit out of her and she would run for the hills.
"We are all thirty years old or turning thirty years old this year." Blaze states.
"Birthdays and zodiac signs?" Ember asks.
"June 12th, 1994." Aspen says first.
"We are Gemini's." Ezra replies.
"Okay, yeah, that tracks for you two." She states and then asks, "Master?"
"February 14th, 1994, and an Aquarius." Blaze says with a smile and a wink.
"That explains a lot about you, Blaze." Ember says, with a giggle. Then asks, "And what about you, Daddy Onyx?"
"Well my sinister Little Siren, I was born on April 16th, 1994, and I am an Aries." I say as I rub my hand up and down her back.
"You, our Goddess of Death, were born May 3rd, 2000, and are a Taurus." I state and then bring my lips to her neck so that I can suck and bite at it.
"How did you guys get involved with Papa, and how did you become hitmen for the Mafia?"
We all drop our smiles and not knowing what to say to that. We can't tell her the truth… Yet. We are just sitting here in awkward silence for what feels like eternity, until Ezra decides to break the silence.
"Well, the start of it was because of the man that raised us. He worked for your grandfather and was his number one hitman. We weren't raised to be "normal people'' we were raised to be the best of the best killers, just like him. He would always tell us that we would follow in his footsteps and work for the Mafia to help pay off all his family's debt. Well, turns out that debt went back pretty far. We only cleared that debt eight years ago. But whenever your father had called us to meet with him, we would always come because he dropped that debt, saying it wasn't our responsibility to handle that. As a compromise, because we didn't know any other lifestyle, Ryker kept us as his hitmen and to double as your bodyguards once Orlov confessed to wanting to take the Don title from Ryker."
I hear sniffling, when I look over at Ember, she has tears rolling down her cheeks. Why would she cry over that? That wasn't even that sad, or far off from the truth, besides a few key details.
"You okay, Little Storm?" Aspen asks, handing her a tissue off the nightstand.
"Yeah, I just would've never guessed that you guys have been through so much by the way you all act." She says, whipping her tears away.
"Little Siren, we are fine now. Well for the most part. Sometimes life throws a curveball at you, and there really isn't anything you can do but just go along for the wild ride. So don't shed a tear for those little boys who had that curve ball thrown their way because they made it out a-okay." I say, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head. I don't know why I always want to show affection with her, but I do, and it feels weird thinking about it. But actually doing it to her feel fucking amazing.
"Okay, onto a lighter topic, what do you guys like to do in your free time?" She asks us all.
"Well, in my spare time, I like to build Lego sets and take it up the ass." Aspen replies.
"Ezra likes to stare and flex at himself in the mirror." Aspen says, laughing so hard he is turning red, making us all laugh with him.
"Fuck off! That is not true. I like to workout in the gym." Ezra grumbles all seriously, and we all stare at him. Everyone burst out laughing.
"What?" Ezra asks.
"Dude. That's the same thing as what Aspen said." I say in between laughs. Ezra's only retort was to flip us all off.
"Is that a promise?" Ember winks. Ezra is left speechless, his eyes wide with raised eyebrows.
"What about you, Master?" She asks Blaze.
"I enjoy cooking and reading in my spare time." Blaze replies.
"What do you like to read?" She asks.
"Fantasy, smut, why choose, and dark romance. The darker, the better." He says with a wink. I always knew it was smut he was reading. Yet he would never tell me that.
"Daddy, what about you?" My Little Siren asks me. Hmmmm, what should I say as a response? I got it.