Page 72 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Yair didn’t argue because we both knew that was exactly what this was.
Trent wasn’t just laying low. He was waiting, planning, and now that I had no way to track him, I had no fucking way of knowing when or how he was going to make his move.
How the fuck this simple ass shit get to this point.
How the fuck this simple ass muthafucker get so obsessed that he was coming after me and stalking my girl. Trent was ghost and that complicated things, because now, I wasn’t just playing defense. I was blind.
I clenched my fists with my jaw tightening more. “The second I find him?—”
“You’re ending him,” Yair finished for me before he added, “I still don’t get why the fuck he’s so obsessed.”
“Shit me either but you know Pops always put us on to stuff like this. People be obsessed over the most simple shit. Especially when ego is involved and we all know Trent isn’t right in the head. He never should have been locked in our network.”
There were always whispers about Trent having mental issues but from what I understood, it didn’t start that way. Everybody wasn’t built for this life and seeing the things we experiencing and moving how we moved, was a lot. If your mindwasn’t right, it was wouldn’t take much for your shit to snap and lose touch with reality.
Trent had damn sure lost touch…
“Yeah, you’re right.”
The only reason why I even care was because of her…
“I just hate that Baylyn is caught up in this shit,” I said speaking my thoughts out loud.
He leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, you need to keep her close, Mir. Real fucking close. If you can’t find Trent, it means he has plenty of opportunity to findher.”
Baylyn staying at my place wasn’t just for comfort. It was for control and her protection. I wasn’t letting her too far out of my sight until I knew Trent was handled.
“She’s with me. She’s good,” I confirmed.
Yair nodded and his eyes moved back to the screens. “Good. Because we’ve got nothing on where he is, and until we do, we’re stuck waiting.”
I hated fucking waiting. I ran a hand over my head. “I’m not taking any jobs until I figure this out.”
Me being out of pocket meant Baylyn was unprotected.
Yair glanced at me after I said that. “You still have Mendez and Lyons to deal with.”
“Kades can handle it.”
Yair studied me for a second and agreed. “Yeah, he can.”
There was a pause before he added, “I’ll pick up the slack. Any extra jobs that come through, I’ll take them.”
I lifted a brow at that. Yair wasn’t like me and Kades. He mostly handled tech, surveillance, security. He was the brain behind our operation but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as lethal as the rest of us. He just preferred the tactical over the kill.
“You sure?” I asked, tilting my head.
Yair shrugged. “We can’t afford to lose our footing while you deal with this and Kades can’t do everything.”
Another reason Trent had an issue with me was because there were jobs people only trusted to us. Shadow Court included. They never had to worry about shit getting fucked up when the Corvidae name was attached. Me being inaccessible messed with that.
“I appreciate it.”
“Don’t get used to it. Soon as this is handled I’m back to doing my own shit,” he mumbled making me smirk at how little he liked crossing over to this side of things. I glanced at the screens like something would magically change but still nothing. Yair leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his jaw before his expression turned serious.
“You talked to Dad yet?”
I shook my head. “Nah, not yet. But I need to.”
