Page 108 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
I lifted a brow. “Say it.”
“You need to talk to Pops.”
I barely kept my expression neutral. “For what?”
“You already know.”
“This is between me and Trent.”
“No,” Kades said firmly. “It’s not. This isn’t just about a kill. This shit affects all of us. Our family.”
He wasn’t wrong. Whatever I did next wouldn’t just hit my name, it would carry weight for everyone connected to me. The Corvidae name held power, but that power came with a price. If I fucked this up, it wouldn’t just be my problem.
“Mir, Pops needs to know.”
“I’m not asking for permission.”
Kades smirked. “Nobody said you were. Trent’s out here fictionally fucking your girl.”
I snapped and moved so quickly he didn’t have time to react. I punched him so damn hard he lost his footing for a minute but didn’t actually fall over.
He wiped his mouth and grinned. “I’m gonna let you have that because I deserved it.”
“Yeah, muthafucker you did.”
“You know he’s sensitive as fuck and all in love, Kades. Why are you playing with him like that?” Yair grinned.
“The shit isn’t real. He knows that.”
“So the fuck do you, but you still said it.” Yair shook his head and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed like he was completely fucking amused.
Kades crossed the room and lifted a dish towel to his mouth. “You need to go talk to Pops.”
I brushed a hand over my head. “Yeah I know. I’ll pull up on him.”
“When you do, let us know what the move is.” I extended a closed fist to Yair and he met it with his. When I did the same for Kades, he frowned at me. “You just busted my damn lip. Fuck you, Mir.”
I chuckled and tossed my chin before heading out.
The drive to our parents’house was quiet while I thought about the conversation I needed to have with my pops. When I pulled up to the estate, the gates opened before I even reached them.
He already knew I was coming. I walked through the front entrance, nodding to one of the staff as I passed.
“Your father is in his study,” she said.
I made my way through the house, past the long corridor lined with portraits of our family history. A history of how I ended up being the man I was today. The door to his study was cracked open so I didn’t knock, just walked in.
My father sat behind his desk, calm as ever, with a glass of dark liquor resting near his hand. He lifted his eyes to me and motioned to the seat in front of him.
“You finally decided to come see me.” He kept his voice level.
I shut the door behind me. “You heard what’s happening?”
He leaned back in his chair. “I did.” He studied me for a moment before motioning to the seat in front of his desk again because I was still standing. “Tell me everything.”
I sat down and laid it all out. Trent’s plan. His obsession. The way he was using the Black Code against me. The financial transfers. The erased existence. The setup.
I didn’t leave anything out. My father listened and didn’t interrupt. By the time I finished, he reached for his glass, swirling the liquid before lifting it to his mouth.
