Page 19 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Shit, why do I care…
“Got it,” he said after a pause and nodded. “Okay.”
Then he ended the call, lowered the phone, and slipped it back into his pocket.
“I gotta go,” he said, like this was a normal conversation between two normal people.
This shit damn sure isn’t normal…
I stayed quiet, waiting for him to actually leave, but instead of stepping back, he winked and dropped his head close to my ear. “Always a pleasure seeing you, with your sexy ass.”
His voice made something annoying and warm twist in my stomach but he straightened back to his full height and stepped back.
“See you soon, beautiful.”
Emir walked out, leaving me standing there, unsettled and undeniably drawn to the man I should have been running from.
Chapter
Six
Emir.
I stepped into Kades’s apartment, shutting the door behind me. His home fit his personality. No unnecessary shit cluttering up the space, nothing out of place. He was the most controlled between the three of us. Kades kept shit simple in his life.
Yair, the the complete opposite. His space was always a mess, he did chaotic shit like underground fighting and the only thing he put a lot of thought into were the jobs he accepted. That was rare but he occasionally dropped bodies. Even now, his personality was on display with him sprawled across the couch, lazily scrolling through his phone like this was his shit and not Kades.
“About damn time,” Yair muttered, not bothering to look up.
Kades was by the window with his arms crossed. I glanced between them, sensing this wasn’t a casual check-in. Something was wrong…
“What’s up?” I asked, stepping further inside.
Kades crossed the room, pulled his phone from his pocket, and handed it to me.
I glanced at it and found screenshots of a message thread on the screen.
Trent Kendricks.
Years ago when my father accepted the son of a friend, Carter Reed into our private circle. Trent thought that was an open invitation to attach himself to the Corvidae name. The difference was, Carter didn’t need shit from us other than to make sure his girl was covered. As much as he hated it, he was only one man. Carter had people gunning for him and until he had that shit figured out, he wanted to make sure McKenna remained untouchable. He couldn’t guarantee that and focus on the people who where trying to take him down.
He set his pride aside and reached out to our father. Carter had always been independent but working with our father was necessary. Shit worked out and even though Carter was on his own again, their bond was still tight. Carter was family. Trent could never be and that pissed him off so he had issues with our family but mostly me since I was the one most like our father.
I focused on the most recent message that was on Kades’s phone.
Emir’s not untouchable. People forget that we all bleed.
I yanked at my beard. “Who sent that to you?”
“Don’t know. It was sent anonymously but that’s a conversation Trent had with someone he was trying to get a job with.” Kades stared at me, waiting.
“His pride is hurt and the muthafucker is still running his mouth? Why the fuck you sound surprised.”
“He’s not just running his mouth. That shit right there is a threat, Mir. That muthafucker is getting bold.”
Yair snorted, tossing his phone onto the sofa. “He’s desperate as fuck. No real work, no money coming in, and no one’s hiring him for the big shit anymore. He’s acting out like a gotdamn child.”
I stayed quiet because I wasn’t surprised.
