Page 73 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
“Yeah, you do.”
We didn’t need to ask permission from our father for anything but when we made moves that affected the family, we always gave him a heads-up.
Especially when that move involved killing a man who would cause problems for us. Not that he would stop me but he would expect to know out of respect for his position in the family.
“I’ll handle it,” I muttered.
Yair nodded. “Good because Trent definitely has to go. That muthafucker has been on borrowed time for awhile now.”
“Yeah he has. I’ll let Pops know but he isn’t going to care?”
Yair laughed, shaking his head. “Shit, you know the deal. He’ll grunt, act like it doesn’t matter, then make some cryptic-ass statement about you needing to clean up after yourself.”
I chuckled because he wasn’t wrong.
“So…” He dragged the word out, smirking. “You gonna bring Baylyn?”
“To see Dad?”
He shrugged. “This is getting serious, right?”
I considered that for a second, the answer came easier than I expected.
“Yeah. It is.”
Yair’s smirk widened. “Damn. You finally caught one that has you acting right.”
I wouldn’t say that shit out loud but Baylyn definitely had me coming correct… and cumming.
“She needs to meet the family.” My voice was casual, but we both knew what I really meant.
Baylyn wasn’t just someone I was fucking. She was important.
“Yourmother is gonna love that,” Yair said smugly.
“Ourmother.”
“Nah, she’s all yours when she’s on that ‘get married, have kids’ bullshit,” he said bluntly.
I chuckled, thinking about how our mother damn sure would love meeting a woman one of her sons was serious about. “Yeah, I already know how that is gonna go.”
He smirked. “Good luck with that shit.”
“Right but let me head out. I have to pull up on Baylyn. You find anything let me know.”
I lifted from the sofa and tossed my chin head to the door.
Yair grinned. “Muthafuckin’ whipped.”
I flipped him off on my way out but wouldn’t say I wasn’t because one thing I prided myself on was never being a liar and Baylyn for sure had me on lock.
By the timeI pulled up to Baylyn’s office, it was late enough that most of the employees were leaving. I found a spot near theentrance and got out, leaning against the side of my car, legs spread shoulder-width apart, one wrist gripping the other.
I was posted up waiting to get my hands on her. I didn’t take long before I was locked on her. She stepped out of the building but didn’t see me right away because her attention was on something the woman beside her was saying. She smiled so fucking big, making me smirk at how beautiful my lady was, but then her eyes lifted and narrowed. Her steps faltered as she looked around.
Yeah.
She sensed me watching her. I could see it in the way she straightened her shoulders and her fingers twisted around the strap of her bag.
