“So. . .uh. . .” David sighed, looked down at himself, cursed, and buttoned up his shirt. “I heard what happened. I can help. I’ve been dealing with Jean-Pierre for the past three years.”
My interests peaked. “What have you learned?”
“The Butcher is a thinker. Super smart. But if you make things crazy, then it messes him up. It’s like blasting heavy metal music, while someone is playing chess.”
“And the other three?”
“I heard Giorgio was shot. He’s the clean-up guy. They call him the Butler.”
I leaned my face to the side. “Shot by who?”
“Don’t know. I have a guy at the hospital that saw him brought in.”
“Send someone to the hospital to kill Giorgio.”
David widened his eyes. “Of course.”
“What about the other two cousins?” I asked.
“Rafael is more muscle than intelligence. He follows Jean-Pierre. Louis is the one you have to worry about. He keeps everyone safe. Good with weapons and tech.”
“Then, I want all of his locations and his cousins too. Condos. Stores. Any place that they frequent. Even their families.”
David yanked out his phone. “Got it. What do you want to do?”
“Fuck it all up.”
All of Emily’s men stopped what they were doing. The few that had been outside, now packed the dark hallway. Others put down the boxes. Everyone crowded around us.
I scanned all the faces in the group—brown and white, male and female. Tattooed and scarred. My voice rose high in the old church’s halls. “We know why we’re here.”
A few nodded.
I pointed to David. “He will get you the Corsican’s locations. Go there. Search the property for Emily. If she’s not there, then destroy it. Break everything. Set the rest on fire. If you see men, kill them. Keep the Corsican busy today.”
David rubbed his hands together. “The more chaos the better.”
“Then, chaos it will be.”
“I’ve got trucks headed over to his cousin Rafael’s restaurant. He named it Shalimar’s. Rafael really loves this place. If it’s gone, then he might come out of hiding to deal with me.”
“Rafael is the cousin they call the funny one?”
“Yes.”
“That was the one who pointed the gun at Emily. The one that helped drag her out of my suite.” I stepped closer to David. “If you catch Rafael—”
“I’ll bring him to you, personally.”
“Good.” My fingers itched to grip Rafael’s neck. I yearned to smell his blood in the air, as it dripped in a warm string down my arms. “I want you to do something else.”
David’s blond brows rose. “I’ll do anything, Kazimir.”
“Get me lions. As many as you can find. We’ll fight them with everything today.”
“Lions?” David exchanged looks with Pavel. “Real ones?”
“Very real ones. And put them at the addresses in her hand.” I gestured to Blue. “Give him Jean-Pierre’s warehouses.”
Blue passed him the sheet of paper.
David grabbed it and read. “What’s this?”
Blue cleared her throat. “The majority of the Corsican’s weapons for Paris. Ones that they’re selling—”
A slow grin spread over David’s face. “Oh, this will be good.”
“Kazimir, are you sure you want to piss him off?” Pavel asked on my side. “He does have Emily with him.”
“An angry man with no weapons is soon to be a dead one.”
David looked at me. “I’ve got everyone out in the streets. Some are just getting out of bed, but we’re looking. I’ve given your men guns.” He gestured to Emily’s people, probably wondering where they had come from. Surely, not many Russians looked like them. “I can get the Ukraines involved.”
“Do it.”
“Anything else? Please let me know.” David pulled his gun out. “My men. My hands. My guns. It’s all yours.”
“I just want my mouse.” I patted his shoulder and kept my hand there. “But I thank you for all your help. This will be remembered. There is territory up for grabs. You get my mouse back to me, and we will have lots to discuss.”
David’s face brightened. “Okay. I’ll work on those lions right now. Maybe, grab a zookeeper or something.”
“Get as many as you can.”
I left the hallway, walked out the old church, and headed back to the jeep.
David’s voice came from behind. “Kazimir!”
I stopped.
David ran up to me. “This. . .is unorthodox, but my grandmother may be able to help also. I don’t want to waste your time, but. . .she has assisted me in the past with my enemies, and even kidnappings—”
“Then, let’s go to your grandmother.”
“Where?” Pavel hurried forward.
“David thinks we should talk to his grandmother.”
Pavel frowned. “That could be a waste of time.”
“I’ll use anything to get Emily back.” I marched past them, heading to the jeep. “Give the driver the address.”
Seconds later, Blue stumbled behind us, holding her laptop at her side and climbing onto the jeep.
Pavel rushed to the jeep before me and opened my door. “We’re going to David’s grandmother’s house?”
“Yes.” I checked my watch. “Misha should have the Devil’s location soon. Until then, I’m trying everything else.”