Alpha Razor King-Chapter 92: Hello Tara!

**Tara**

I stepped into the pack house, and one of Tom’s men approached me, informing me that Alpha Tom wanted to see me. I sighed, not particularly interested but knowing I had no choice.

"I’ll be there," I replied, making my way inside. After a few steps, I arrived at my room and entered.

"Where have you been, Tara?" my father asked, shaking his head as he got up from the bed. "Alpha Tom has been waiting for you."

"Why is he acting up?" I rolled my eyes, taking off my jacket. "It’s not like he doesn’t know where I go every Friday."

"Listen, dear, you have to be careful how you talk to that man. He’s the alpha now," my dad warned, but I wasn’t having it.

"He’ll never be the real alpha," I muttered under my breath, taking out a perfume from my bag.

"Why are you spraying that?" Dad furrowed his brow. "What scent are you trying to conceal, Tara?" his voice dropped to a whisper.

"I’m not trying to conceal anything. I just want to smell fresh. Is it bad?" I raised my brow at my father before putting the perfume back in the bag.

"Tara, for your sake, please don’t try anything stupid," he begged.

"Relax, Dad, it’s nothing to worry about," I assured him just as the door burst open.

Cain and two other men stood near the door, and Cain glared at me. "Have you lost your mind, Tara? The alpha requested your presence, and you refused to see him?"

"I didn’t refuse to see him," I scoffed with an eye roll. "I told those stupid guys to tell him I was coming."

"Then why are you still here?" he questioned.

"I’ll be back," I nodded at my dad before walking out of the room, walking quickly to avoid Cain.

"Are you sure it’s the club downtown you always go to every Friday?" Cain’s voice sounded cocky from behind me.

I didn’t reply, continuing ahead until he pulled me by the shoulder roughly.

"Are you stupid, Cain?" I snapped, yanking his hand off. "Try that again, and I’ll rip you apart."

I warned him as I entered the elevator, shutting it quickly before they could enter. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my heartbeat. That was close.

Tom had made it mandatory for me to go to the club downtown every Friday to check if the arms deal was moving safely. I did that, but afterward, I always went to the motel to check up on Lisa. Speaking of which, I forgot to ask Razor about Lisa. I just hope she’s fine.

I got off the elevator and walked up to the penthouse, ignoring the guards stationed in the hallway. I frowned at the door, not in the mood to see that bastard, but I had no choice. I reached for the doorknob, opened the door, and entered inside.

Tom was sitting cross-legged on the couch when I entered. Immediately, he stood and came over, delivering a sharp slap to my cheek.

"How dare you keep me waiting, you filthy tramp!" he seethed.

I didn’t reply, but I glared at him, which only seemed to amuse him.

"Are you angry?" he spat in a mocking tone. "Do you want to lash out at me?"

I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to retaliate. Tom was trying to provoke me, but I knew better than to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I stayed silent, waiting for him to speak.

"You think you’re so tough, don’t you?" he sneered, pacing back and forth in front of me. "But you’re nothing without me. Remember that."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Tom loved to play these mind games, but I refused to let him get to me.

"What do you want?" I finally asked, my voice cold and detached.

Tom chuckled, stepping closer until he was towering over me. "I want you to remember your place, Tara. You belong to me, and you will do as I say."

I fought the urge to scoff. Tom may have been the alpha now, but I refused to be his puppet.

"I don’t belong to anyone," I spat, meeting his gaze head-on. "And I certainly don’t belong to you."

"You had better behave, you stupid bitch," Tom sneered. "Or did you forget that if I hadn’t helped your father escape, Razor could have caught him and torture him to death?"

I clenched my jaw, my hands balling into fists at my sides. The bastard was right, he had helped my father escape from Razor’s clutches, and for that, I owed him a debt of gratitude. But that didn’t give him the right to treat me like this.

"And I’m grateful," I forced the words out through gritted teeth, "but you have been keeping him captive ever since then. When are you going to let him go?"

"Never!" Tom fired back, his eyes flashing with anger. "I’ll never let the both of you go. You belong to me now, Tara. You’re mine to do with as I please."

I took a step back, feeling a surge of fear and anger coursing through me. I had hoped that Tom would eventually release my father, but it seemed that was never going to happen. I had to find a way to escape, to free both my father and myself from his clutches. I need to help Razor kill the bastard.

"I won’t let you do this," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "That’s not what you promised you bastard!"

Tom’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he was going to strike me again. But instead, he just laughed, a cold, cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Shit happens, people change, Tara," he mocked. "And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it!"

I didn’t reply but continued glaring at him.

"Back to the real reason you’re here, where did you go today?"

"What do you mean?" I stuttered out, perspiration forming across my forehead. "The club, of course."

"Shut up, you bitch," he snapped, gripping my arm roughly. "My men have been suspicious of you, and today they trailed you and saw you coming out from a motel at Clearance Close."