Chapter 57
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Azrael
The call comes just as I expected, and I don’t so much as glance in Jensen’s direction; instead, I peer ahead at the girl on stage who is strung out.
How the fuck anyone can find this enticing is beyond me.
She’s no clue who she is, let alone where she is, and I guess that’s a small blessing, given her circumstances.
Jensen clears his throat. “Sir?” he queries with urgency in his tone.
I don’t turn to give him my attention, choosing to take another swig of my Scotch. I then swill it around the glass before responding. “Hmm?”
“Sir, we have an issue at Lexis.”
My father’s and my head turn in his direction.
Lexis is our fight club; the same club Czar is entertaining a fight tonight.
The one I orchestrated with the help of my new allies.
I just wish I could have let my brother in on the plan, but he would have tried to help me, and I couldn’t risk that happening.
He’s needed here because he was born to be so much more than the spare.
“Go deal with it.” My father waves in his direction. So fucking predictably.
“Am I required?” I ask with boredom.
“No!” my father snaps. “You’re needed here.” He means for me to supposedly fuck Hevan to show I’m just like him. No doubt he’s already checked with his men for her arrival, and they will have confirmed she’s in his room, ready and waiting.
Hell, they’ve probably already abused her, and while I should experience guilt, I find nothing but satisfaction.
He’s not even asked if Czar is okay or if he needs backup. Nope, all the sick bastard is bothered about is his cock, and let’s not forget the cash, that too. He’d rather his son struggle than him miss out on getting his sick rocks off.
“Go. Azrael is taking a night off, isn’t that right, son?”
Son?
It’s the first time in a long time he’s referred to me as that, and tonight of all nights for him to call me it is bittersweet.
As a child, I wanted a sign from him to acknowledge me on a grander scale, for him to show I meant more to him than purely being his heir, more to him than his men and the likes of Vector.
But I gave up on that notion the night I became a made man, and not once have I ever wanted to hear the words since.
Not even tonight.
“You’ll be fine.” I stare up at Jensen, and he swallows thickly. He knows this is goodbye; this is the end of the road for me, allowing new freedom for all. He ducks his head, the only acknowledgment he can give, then he turns and walks away.
My father slaps my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. “Fantastic!” He bounces in his chair with childlike glee, and a practiced smile creeps on my face as I lift my glass for the server to replenish my hand with another brandy.
The auction continues, and I glance at my watch. In six minutes, a signal blocker will hit the building, allowing the men stationed outside in the shadows the perfect opportunity to storm the auction and rescue the innocents while taking out the rest of the scum attached to this organization.
“Are you ready?” I ask, leaning forward in my chair, attempting to act like I have a buzz of excitement through my veins; although it’s not too difficult, I do.
He throws his head back in a deep laugh, a laugh I grew to hate because it was one of sinister intent. “Yes. Yes.” He slaps his leg hard. “You’re eager.”
“I have vengeance in my veins,” I state, standing.
“You need to control yourself. You’ll come in your pants like you did when you were a kid.
” I grimace. A recollection that has plagued me for a lifetime.
Coming to the sound of someone being fucked without realizing they’re being forced leaves a mark on you, a very tortured mark that has haunted me for my lifetime.
We head into the corridor, the same one Hevan pleaded with me to take her from. Her harrowing blue eyes gripped my heart so tightly it would take death to detach them from me.
I might not be able to right the wrongs of the past, but moving into the future, I can sure as fuck try.