Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Azrael
Czar closes the door behind him after I tell him to head home.
“You have a plan?” Jensen asks, and I tilt my head to the side, unsure of my next move.
“I need to use your contacts.” His eyebrows lift. “But unconventionally, in a way that won’t raise eyebrows.” Jensen blinks, and I tap my finger on my lip. “I need your contact to come to me. Need me.”
He scrubs a hand down his face. “And how the fuck do you suggest we make that happen?”
“Leverage.” My lip curls before I take another drink.
“Azrael,” he warns, and my smirk becomes sharkish. “We don’t want to fuck with some people. Not when they don’t fuck with us.”
I lift a shoulder. “They’ll thank me for my leniency.”
He drops his head forward, then slowly lifts it to face me. “You’re insane. You know that, right?”
I stand at my full height and adjust my cufflinks. “It’s becoming increasingly apparent that that is part of my psyche, yes.”
He snorts. “You crazy ass fucker.”
“I need to move her.” The house sure as hell isn’t safe for her anymore.
He nods. “I’ll make the arrangements. What do you want me to do about Elizabeth?”
I clear my throat. “Take her to the basement.” A plan is already formulating in my mind when it comes to the bitch, one that will see her in the ground but not before justice is served. Exactly how my father likes to serve it.
Excruciatingly.