Alpha Razor King-Chapter 83: No Disrespect.

**Isabella**

"So, you’ve all taken sides?" Razor asked calmly, his voice cutting through the tension in the room.

"We alphas of Upperville have to stay together. You see, if you were still the alpha of the Bloody Skull pack, we’d have definitely taken your side," Dave replied, his fingers slowly creeping into my dress.

I fidgeted, trying to push his hand away, but he growled loudly. "You, lady, you had better behave!"

"Let me go!" I squirmed, struggling to get off his body, but his grip on my waist tightened. My eyes traveled to Razor, but he wasn’t looking at me; instead, he was staring into space. I looked at Chris, too. His lashes fluttered anxiously, but he was obviously trying to compose himself.

"You have to understand that you’re no longer the alpha of the Bloody Skull pack, Razor," Dave shrugged.

"You know very well all I want is to rescue my little brother, Alpha Dave," Razor said a little too calmly.

"Well, I’m sorry, but we can’t help you with that," Dave said dismissively before turning his attention back to me. "So, where were we?" He jerked my hair roughly, pulling me closer to him.

Again, I glanced at Razor, but he didn’t seem bothered. My heart caught instantly. If he wasn’t going to help me, then so be it. I wasn’t going to ask for his help either. I had gotten myself into this problem after all.

Dave’s hands suddenly grabbed my boobs, drawing a loud growl from me. I yanked his hand away, but this time he slapped me across my cheek. Enraged, I bit down on his hand, causing him to yelp and push me off his body.

I fell to the floor, holding my bruised cheek in my hand.

"You fucking bitch!" Dave stood up, pointing an angry finger at me. "You’re going to wish you hadn’t done this." I watched in horror as he pulled his belt off his pants, raising it up.

"Drop it!" Razor finally stepped in. I turned towards him, relief flooding through me. He was still sitting down, but he wasn’t looking in the direction of Dave and me.

"What?" Alpha Dave squeezed his face into a deep frown. "And why’s that?"

Razor stood up slowly, his eyes fixed on Dave. "Because if you lay one more finger on her, I’m going to fucking kill you."

Dave’s expression changed from anger to surprise, then quickly back to anger. "Who do you think you are, stepping in like this?"

Razor took a step forward, his voice calm but firm. "I’m Alpha Razor, and I don’t tolerate disrespect towards my woman.".

"You see Dave," Razor’s voice was low, "the lady you just slapped and disrespected is my wife."

Dave’s face registered shock, his eyes darting between Razor and me, his expression quickly morphing into defiance. "How’s that possible..." he began, but Razor withdrew his blade from his pocket, and with a deft flick, he threw the blade, embedding it in the wall next to Dave’s head.

The room erupted into gasps and murmurs, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Before Dave could react, Razor moved with lightning speed, yanking the belt from Dave’s hand and tossing it aside. Dave’s surprise turned to rage. "What the hell! Get him!" he bellowed, ordering his men to attack Razor.

Chris moved swiftly, efficiently neutralizing Dave’s men while Dave watched in horror as his men crumbled.

"What are you going to do now?" Dave asked, his voice shaky. "You can’t kill me. Alpha Carl and the elders won’t take it lightly."

Razor chuckled darkly. "I couldn’t care less anymore. Hold him down," he ordered Chris, who promptly restrained Dave on the couch.

Razor approached slowly, twirling his blade in his hand before stopping in front of Dave.

"Don’t do anything you’ll regret," Dave begged, struggling against Chris’s grip.

Ignoring him, Razor leaned forward and pierced his blade into Dave’s left eye, eliciting a scream from him.

I covered my mouth in horror, stomach churning at the sight of blood.

"I wonder where my blade will strike next," Razor said in a chilling tone.

"No, please, Alpha Razor, have mercy," Dave pleaded.

Razor chuckled. "Oh, I’m alpha Razor again? It’s too late for mercy." He proceeded to plunge the blade into Dave’s other eye, plucking it out. Dave screamed in agony.

"I would have spared you, but you went ahead and put your filthy hands on my wife." Taking Dave’s left arm, Razor slowly sliced it off. Dave’s body shook with pain.

"What were you thinking of doing? Fucking my wife?" Razor asked Dave, his eyes pure red. "Let’s see how that goes."

My eyes widened in horror as his fingers slipped down Dave’s crotch and unzipped his pants. I had an idea of what was coming next, but I couldn’t bring myself to relax.

He took out Dave’s penis and placed his blade on top of the flesh. "Look at me," he ordered curtly. "I want you to watch as I slowly slice it off."

"No...no... you’ll regret it. What about your brother?"

"Shut up," Razor barked before nodding at Chris. "Hold his face. I want to see the pain in his eyes."

Chris held up Dave’s face as Razor began to slice through it in a deliberately slow manner. Dave’s screams filled the air, raw and guttural.

I looked away, unable to take it anymore. After some time, Razor stood upright, glancing down at Dave who was writhing in pain.

"Finish him off," his eyes devoid of emotion, he ordered Chris, who took out his own blade and plunged it deep into Dave’s heart. Dave’s face fell to his chest, lifeless.

Razor turned to the other alphas and their men present in the room. They all recoiled, backing themselves against the wall.

"Alpha Razor, please wait... we’re sorry. We’ve decided to take your side."

"Shut the fuck up," Razor said coolly, wiping his bloody hands with a towel that Chris handed to him. "I don’t need it anymore. I gave you all a chance, but you missed it." He paused, his cold eyes locked on them. "I’m done playing nice. I’ll be back for every single one of you fools.

His attention was solely on me now, intense eyes glaring as my gaze lowered to the floor, unable to hold his. My whole body trembled violently, unsure of what he’d do to me next.

He moved slowly toward where I was sitting, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around my body before pulling me up roughly by the arm.

"Let’s go," he told Chris, before walking into the inner room. My heart was beating violently in my chest; it was obvious he was very mad at me.

My tired legs tried to keep up with Razor’s long and quick strides, but I was struggling, and he didn’t seem to care. I also noticed that the inner room was actually a secret passage, because after five minutes, we were outside.

We arrived at the parking lot where Dean was waiting for us, looking anxious and worried. When we reached the car, Razor released my arm before pushing Dean against the car roughly.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he barked at him.

"I’ve been... searching for Luna, boss," Dean stuttered, fear filling his eyes.

"Why didn’t you tell me she was here on time?" Razor’s fingers gripped hard at Dean’s neck.

"I was... afraid you’d be mad, sir... please..."

"Bullshit!" Razor snarled. "And didn’t I tell you to watch her closely? How did you lose her?"

"I got a call from one of our men, boss, I... went outside... to pick the car... please, sir," he choked out, his face starting to turn pale.

"I see I’ve been too lenient with you," Razor released the grip on his neck, but then he dipped his hand inside his pocket and took out his blade. "Consider this a warning," he told Dean before grabbing his hand and chopping off one of his fingers, flinging it on the ground.

Dean groaned in pain, but bit down on his lips to keep from screaming. "Thank you, sir," he managed to say.

Guilt consumed me whole; it was all my fault. I caused it!

"Get inside," Razor pointed an angry finger inside the door. Without a second thought, my legs carried me into the car, planting my ass on the seat. Razor got inside and sat beside me, while Dean and Chris occupied the front seats with Chris driving, obviously.

The drive was so quiet; you could hear a pin drop on the floor. I managed to steal a glance at Razor but regretted it immediately; he was mightily pissed, and it made me all the more nervous.

We arrived at the mansion and got out of the car. We met Felicia in the living room, worried lines etched across her forehead.

"Welcome boss," She quickly bowed in greeting to Razor.

"Where’s my son?" Razor asked coldly, pulling me along as he stopped near the staircase.

"He’s upstairs, asleep, sir."

He didn’t reply; instead, he dragged me along with him upstairs, entering inside his room.

He shut the door and faced me. "Get on your fucking knees," he commanded coolly, causing my body to hyperventilate.

I drew in a deep breath before going down on both knees.

"So who told you could leave our son and run off to a club?" he began, taking slow strides towards me. "Dressed like this, Isabella!"

"I’m so sorry, sir," I managed to say, but he shook his head.

"No, you’re not, but you will be."