Page 123 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
I reached into my pocket and removed the burner phone. Without a word, I tapped the screen, opening the files I’d shown Shadow Court.
“Here.” I tossed the device onto the sofa next to him. “You got half that shit right. I am going to kill you but I’m also going to walk away from all this untouched.”
His eyes flicked between me and the phone before he gave in and lifted it. He slowly scanned the device as he swiped through the files.
I watched as his face twisted and shoulders tensed every time his fingers moved across the screen. His breathing deepened and his grip on the phone tightened before he hurled it against the wall. I didn’t flinch but he fucking snapped.
"You think you’re better than me?" Trent’s voice rose with raw unfiltered anger. "You think you’re untouchable?"
I didn’t respond. Just kept watching him, which only fueled him more. He wanted me to react. His face hardened and venom was laced in his tone. “Corvidae fucking prodigy. Everything was handed to you. You didn’t have to work for shit. You didn’t have to prove to yourself or fight to be seen. I had to grind for every damn thing. You ruined every fucking thing.”
I shrugged, speaking smugly. “There isn’t a damn thing wrong with nepotism.”
My father’s name and legacy didn’t have a thing to do with the legacy I built on my own but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to push this muthafucker over the edge. He was crashing the fuck out.
His eyes were all crazy and shit, nostrils flared and I swear I thought his damn head was going to explode. I took a step closer. “But that doesn’t have shit to do with why we’re here. You ruined yourself. You were greedy. Sloppy and incompetent. If you’d been better at your job, I wouldn’t have had to come behind you and clean up your fucking messes.”
Trent’s whole body vibrated with fury and his fists clenched at his sides.
I cocked my head. “That’s the difference between us, Trent. You wanted power. Iampower.”
Something snapped in his eyes.
He lunged at me but I reached behind my back, grabbed the gun, flipped it in my hand, and rocked the fuck out of him. His head snapped to the side so damn hard, he lost his footing and fell back over the coffee table. I crossed the room with quick strides and dropped my foot on his neck, aiming the gun at his head. “How fucked up is it that you couldn’t even plan your own death the right way? This should have been simple. How much time did you spend on this shit? Planning and obsessing over me?”
“Stop fucking talking and just do it.” He sneered and I smirked.
“You rushing me, Trent? You’ve been fucking with me for months. What’s the rush?”
I pressed my foot against his neck harder and he didn’t even try to stop me. Just glared at me, almost choking from the pressure of my boot crushing his windpipe.
“Aight, since you’re not going to make this fun, I’ll end this shit. You wanna give me your final thoughts?”
He growled and choked out. “Fuck you.”
“Not interested, try again.”
He glared but didn’t say a word so I applied more pressure with my foot. “Aight, since you have no final thoughts. I’ll give you mine. The last thing you’ll have in your head before I put a bullet through it. You didn’t fuck my girl, but I’m going to fuck yours. Well not technically your girl but your sister. She’s eighteen, right?” I smiled smugly. “That makes her legal and you led me right to her. I’m going to fuck her the way you wished you could have fucked Baylyn, and then, in honor of how shitty your bloodline is, I’m going to do her a solid and put a bullet in your sister’s head too. Dying has got to be better than knowing her life was ruined by a piece of shit like you.”
I lifted my foot and stepped back, expecting the exact reaction he gave. Trent jumped up and tried to rush me but I pulled the trigger. One single bullet to the head.
Trent’s momentum stopped mid-air and his body jerked before he dropped to the floor. Lifeless.
I stared down at him for a minute, not feeling a damn thing for him or this situation any longer. It ended the second the bullet left my gun.
Kades’s voice filtered through my earpiece. "Emir. You good?"
I crossed the room, retrieving the burner phone from where he’d thrown it. I brushed off the cracked screen, slipping it back into my pocket.
"Yeah.”
“You know you’re wrong for that shit.” I moved through the house to leave.
“Wrong for what?” I already knew but let him say it.
“For making him think you were going to fuck his sister then kill her.”
I shrugged, thinking about the last thought I put in Trent’s head before he died. “I wished I could have let him suffer with that shit for a while but I have better things to do with my time.”
