Page 41 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Kades shook his head, setting plates on the counter. “I got eyes, muthafucker.” He smirked and looked at me. “No disrespect, bruh but she’s out of your league.”
Emir laughed and his grip on my thigh tightened for a second. “Jealous?”
Yair, who had been quiet for most of the meal prep, spoke up. “More like confused.” He leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “What exactly did he say to convince you to give him a shot?”
I raised a brow, glancing up at Emir, who looked amused as hell.
“I’m persistent,” he said. “But you know that. When have I ever not gotten what I wanted.”
Kades snorted. “Yeah, we know that. But what did you actually say?”
“Don’t worry about all that. Just know I got her.”
I glanced at him and then moved my eyes to his brothers. “He just kept showing up until I felt sorry for him.”
Kades laughed hard. “Damn, pity grab. That shit makes sense.”
“Especially after you saw something you shouldn’t have,” Yair added.
I tensed and Emir chuckled, leaning in, his lips brushed my ear when he spoke, “They know how we met. I don’t keep secrets from my brothers. They’re just fucking with you.”
“Do they…” I made a gun motion with my hands and his eyes locked on me.
“Yeah, family business.” He winked and my eyes immediately darted to both of them. They looked so…normal. Thiswasnormal for them. When my eyes lifted back to Emir, he winked and moved on like I wasn’t supposed to care that I was surrounded by killers, and truthfully, I didn’t.
Dinner was easy and watching the three of them was amusing. As much as they shared the same face, their personalities were very different. Kades was the playboy. That much was clear based on the way his phone was blowing up all night and the few conversations I overheard when he accepted calls.
Emir was laid back and very easy going while Yair was like a ghost. He had a quiet presence. You could easily forget that he was there until he spoke up but not because he was easy to overlook. It was more like he intentionally liked to fly under the radar.
After our plates were empty, it was a group effort to get everything cleaned up. They told me I could chill but I insisted on helping. While I cleared the counters the three of them emptied trash, rinsed dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher.
This was unreal because who the hell had three fine ass sons like this?
“What’s up, Baylyn?” Kades startled me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Huh?”
He grinned. “You’re staring at us all weird and shit.”
“I’m just trying to make sense of this.”
“Of what?” Emir asked, looking up as he tied the trash bag.
“How you look like this.” I flicked my wrist in their direction. “All of you. Do your parents run a genetics lab or something?” I frowned and Yair laughed, hard.
“Damn, Mir. Your girl is crushing on us.”
I frowned at Yair. “No I’m not.”
Kades chuckled. “He’s just fucking with you.”
“That shit ain’t funny, chill, Ya,” Emir warned and when I looked at him he was smiling.
“Strong genes,” Kades said. “It’s crazy as hell though because we look so much alike.”
“You really do. I swear y’all could be triplets.” I admitted and Emir stepped in front of me, caging me between his body and the counter.
“But you know the difference, right?”
