Page 22 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Yair lifted his phone off the table. “Which reminds me, I’m upgrading our system.”
Kades lifted a brow. “What the fuck is wrong with our system?”
Yair dropped into the chair across from us, propping one foot up on the coffee table. “Nothing yet. But if I can hack our shit, then someone else could too.”
I passed the blunt to Kades and stretched an arm over the back of the couch. If we were going to smoke in his shit, we might as well share. “Which means you hacked our shit?”
Yair grinned. “Twice. Without trying.”
Kades sighed, rubbing his temple pulling from the blunt before he handed it back to me. “What’s your solution?”
Yair leaned forward. “New software for our phones, tighter encryption, and I’m running our shit through a system that bounces signals off random towers every five seconds. No way to track us.”
Kades nodded. “And no one else has access?”
Yair frowned. “Hell nah. You know how I do.”
“So, basically, we’re still untouchable?” He said with a smirk accepting the blunt from me
Yair shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “Basically.”
Kades passed the blunt back to Yair. “Good. Keep it that way.”
The conversation shifted after that, easing into bullshit. We were high as shit and talking stupid. Yair cracked a joke about some girl who tried to scam him into fixing her laptop for free then offered up pussy when he refused. He fucked her but didn’t fix her computer.
Kades reminded me about the time I nearly got my ass kicked by an old lady with a cane in a hotel lobby while I was on a job.
“Man fuck that shit. She shouldn’t have been standing so damn close when I pulled my gun.”
Yair nearly fell out of his chair laughing, shaking his head. “Bruh, she was about to send you straight to hell with that swing.”
“Would’ve been deserved,” Kades grinned.
“Fuck both of y’all. That shit was traumatic as hell.”
I didn’t take those moments for granted because I knew the second shit got crazy, both of my brothers would be right there with me and no one was touching us, ever.
Later that nightI sat in my driver’s seat, resting my head against the back needing a minute before I left my brother’s house. We smoked two more blunts and I as high as shit.
It had been a long ass day and I should have gone home, but instead I pulled out my phone and opened my messages.
Me: You up?
I waited.
The little dots popped up.
Stopped.
Popped up again.
Stopped again.
Then finally?—
Baylyn: How do you have my number?
Me: It’s on your site. Blame your company for the access.
