I grind my teeth, and a bolt of pain slices through my jaw, and my hand tightens on my fork, causing the metal to bend. “Don’t act dumb. What’s. His. Fucking. Name?” She watches me as I emphasize each word with vitriol on my tongue. “Your… ex-boyfriend.”
“I didn’t say he was an ex.”
There’s no way in hell she’s going to refer to him as a boyfriend again.
“I did!” I boom, and she swallows while slinking back in her chair.
“Stefan Capri,” she whispers. “His name is Stefan Capri,” she says louder this time. Then she clears her throat, and her eyes fill with worry. “Don’t hurt him.” She exhales heavily, her chest rising faster by the second. “Please, Azrael. I’ll do whatever you want; please don’t hurt him.”
My lip curls into a slow, calculated smile that has her startling, and I know I have her exactly where I want her, answers and all.
She may not be aware of it, but she’s been trafficked—possibly to order, judging by her stunning appearance. Stefan Capri will have a slow and painful death by my hand, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let him watch me fuck her while I steal the pleasure from her body before he dies knowing he sold her to the devil.
Chapter Nineteen
Azrael
The moment we finish eating, I send for Elizabeth to guide the little toy back to her room. The glare Hevan throws my way as she leaves makes me smile inside.
A knock on the door is followed by Jensen poking his head inside. “Have you eaten already?” He knows damn well I have, but the smug grin on his face tells me he knows I didn’t eat alone. He jerks his chin toward the placemat set for Little Toy.
“I’ve got a job for you.”
“Figured.” He pulls his phone from his pants pocket, and I throw him the small cable to link his phone up to the bug scanner. After a few seconds, the light on the side of the small scanner goes green, giving us the all-clear.
“The girl upstairs, I want you to find out everything you can about her, with no one becoming aware.” He knows I’m referring to my father and his men.
His eyebrows pull together. “Any particular reason?”
“Yes. I asked you to.”
He snorts. “Do you have anything for me to go on?”
“Her name is Hevan. Her so-calledboyfriend”—I spit the word out like poison—“is named Stefan Capri. Find him and bring him to me.” The very notion of her being on a date is a betrayal to me. She allowed me to take her virginity, for Christ’s sake, and she was openly dating someone only a few days before. Would she have been so easy with him too?
My chest constricts, and a dull ache forms around my heart.
Is this what it feels like to be cheated on? It certainly hurts like she has, even without her realizing it.
“You look like you’re about to commit murder. Can I suggest you aim it at one of your father’s men?” Jensen jokes.
“Anyone in particular?” I counter, sitting back in my chair.
“Yeah. Vector. The way he taunts Stone is beyond fucked up.”
I nod. “You know he’s my father’s bastard. His favorite one.” I roll my eyes. Just another reason there’s no way in hell I’d allow Sienna to marry him.
“Apple didn’t fall far from the tree there,” he muses.
“Same could be said about me. About Czar.”
He shakes his head venomously. “You’re a different kind of fucked up.”
I throw my head back in a roaring laugh, my entire body alight with amusement. “You’re not wrong.” The truth is, I am fucked-up, Czar too. You have to be to live in this world.
Maybe living in it isn’t what you’re destined to do; maybe you’re meant to thrive, a small voice whispers, sending a chill down my spine.
“Have the bastard chained in my basement withinforty-eight hours.” I push out of my chair and head toward the door.
