Page 129 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
The process didn’t take long because the design was simple, clean lines. After a few minutes, Tali sat back, wiping the area before turning my hand toward me.
“It’s pretty.”
Tali and Emir both frowned hard. “Guns aren’t pretty, Bay. The fuck.”
Tali smirked, grabbing a fresh wipe. “Nah, this shit is fucking fire.”
Emir chuckled, standing as Tali switched gloves and turned toward him. “You ready.”
I settled back in the chair and watched as Emir positioned his hand on the armrest. The process repeated until his half of the gun mirrored mine perfectly.
Unlike me, Emir didn’t flinch or react at all while Tali did his thing. I was highly amused that he pickedthisbecause it was definitely us and madesense.
A few more minutes passed before Tali wiped the last of the ink away, turning Emir’s hand so I could see.
The match was perfect.
“Aight, line ’em up.”
Emir shifted, extending his hand to me. I did the same, pressing the inside of our fingers together. The full gun took its shape and I laughed.
“This is so impractical.”
Emir kept his eyes where we were connected. “You love that shit though.”
“Ido.”
His smirk deepened, and before I could say anything else, his mouth was on me again.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
Emir.
A few weeks later, we had a house full which wasn’t my fucking vibe. When Baylyn suggested game night at my house for the first time, I was not interested, but she had a way of getting what she wanted from me. This was currently our third game night. The first two were at Kades house so I gave in.
Tonight was poker so I had a table set up between the separation of the kitchen and living room. The black felt surface was covered in neatly stacked chips and a deck of cards Kades shuffled like he was about to deal a high-stakes tournament.
The smell of pizza, wings, and sliders had my stomach growling loud as hell. Rachelle had already helped herself,snatching one of the sliders from the tray like she owned the place before dropping into a chair at the table. She was Baylyn’s homegirl which meant she was now family.
“Alright,” Yair called out, tossing a bag of chips next to him on the table before flopping into his seat. “Let’s do this shit. I need to make up for last time because y’all cheat like muthafuckers.”
Kades shook his head. “You lost because you can’t fucking play, Ya.”
“Nah, I lost because y’all were against me.”
Rachelle laughed, stretching her legs across the chair next to her. “Sounds like loser talk to me.”
I grinned, leaning back in my seat. “Pretty sure it is loser talk. You really can’t fucking play, Yair.”
Baylyn was next to me, shifting through her stack of chips while scanning the table like she was securing her win. “Yair swears he’s the victim every time we play.”
“Because I am,” he shot back.
Kades ignored him, shuffling the deck. “Everybody good with the buy-in?”
I nodded, sliding my stack of chips forward. “Run that shit.”
