Page 87 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Baylyn: How does that benefit you?
Me: Your happiness is my strength and weakness. I have to go. I’ll hit you up when I’m done.
I pocketed my phone and lifted my eyes just as Sea’an stepped between my legs.
She studied me with her body positioned just close enough to be enticing, but I didn’t react.
“You’re new.”
I angled mine to the side. “And you were expecting me.”
She tensed. Barely noticeable but I caught it.
Her smile was forced. “Why would I be expecting you? I don’t know you.”
“Personally, no. But you know who I am. Trent warned you I’d be here. Hell, he probably wanted me here. What did he tell you?”
She rocked her hips, running her hands over her stomach, then up to her chest. The movement was rehearsed and robotic.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She reached forward and grazed my shoulder but I caught her wrist.
Before she could react, I yanked her into my lap, twisting her arm behind her back, bringing my mouth near her ear.
“I don’t have time for games. I’m not going to fuck you, but I will tip you enough to make this worth your while.” I loosened my grip. “He’s gone, which means you’ll no longer have his money. This is a one-time deal and enough cash for you to forget whatever loyalty you think you owe him. You want that or not?”
She tensed and her body went stiff in my lap.
I released her. She slid off me quickly, stepping back protectively.
“Talk,” I demanded.
She hesitated.
“You have three fucking seconds. Talk, or I leave and the deal’s off. If Trent isn’t already dead, he will be. Nothing you say changes that.”
“He didn’t tell me you were coming,” she admitted, “but I know who you are.”
“How?”
“He’s obsessed with you.”
My eyes narrowed.
She bent over and lifted the robe, slipped her arms through the sleeves, and adjusted the tie around her waist. “He watched you. On camera. He could barely keep his dick hard sometimes because he couldn’t focus.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
She ran her tongue over her lips, looking anywhere but at me. “He had videos of you. Leaving places. Out in the city. He ranted about you all the damn time. Emir Corvidae was ruining his life. He complained about how you took jobs from him. How you and your brothers were only respected because of your father. He was obsessed. It was weird. Like very fucking weird.”
I sat still, absorbing that.
He watched me?
My voice was measured. “What kind of videos?”
“Just you. Leaving places, walking the streets. Getting in and out of your car. Not long clips, but he had a lot of them. You’re like him, right?” she asked.
