Chapter 45: Interlude V

AZRAEL'S POV

KENSINGTON, LONDON

I can admit how unhinged I am now.

And Suleiman, who looking at me like I've grown three extra heads, seems to have come to the same agreement.

"You want to return to Nottingham."

"Yes."

"Beachbay?"

"Yes."

"Permanently?"

"Yes."

"Your brother sued you to court for murder. The trial is starting next week, and won't end in months."

"The trial is over when I say it is." Suleiman and my other bodyguards are hurrying to keep up with me as I walk towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, the tools I need for the rest of the night at the ready. I should probably stop being a jerk and slow down, but 'That Mafia A*shole' doesn't slow down for anybody.

Plus, I'm eager to get this night of the way and move on with life.

"You can't just move out of London. Court order says you can't travel out of state for longer than two days." He taps the button to the basement and types in a passcode, looking at me expectantly.