Alpha Razor King-Chapter 94: A Warning.

**Isabella**

"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked, a bit worried.

"Yes, I am, and besides, I took permission from Razor. He doesn’t mind," I assured him.

"Alright then," he opened the door and let me inside the dungeon. "Be careful and yell if you need my help, Luna," he said over my shoulders.

I had to stifle a laugh; he was being too dramatic. But I understood why, though. Kira, or Lisa as they called her, was brought up in the Mafia. She wasn’t to be taken lightly.

"Hello," I greeted, glancing at her tired form on the chair. "Do you remember me?"

She looked up at me for a few seconds before lowering her gaze back to the floor. "What do you want?"

"To help you," I walked over to a table and sat down. "Are you alright?"

She squeezed her face, continuing to ignore my questions.

"I know you’re scared, Lisa..."

"I’m not scared," she defended, sounding a bit agitated. "I’m not afraid of the people who killed my father and brother."

"Is that what your brother, Damon, told you?"

She looked up, a little curious, but she didn’t say anything.

"He lied to you. Razor didn’t kill your father," I paused, nodding my head, "but he would have if he had gotten there first."

"I don’t believe you," she yelled, "if he didn’t do it then who did?"

"Your father was killed in a rogue attack."

"You expect me to believe that?" she spat out, glaring at me.

I laughed. "Why not? He went out in the woods in search of werewolves for his stupid experiment and got killed."

"How do you know all these things?"

"My husband told me."

She looked away, trying to contain her emotions. "What about Damon, will he also deny that?"

"Cut it out, Lisa," I rolled my eyes, tired of her bullshit. "Your brother was a douche; he tried to kill me and my husband."

"I don’t care!" she yelled.

I stood up from the table and walked over to her. "Your father was the one who started all this," I explained, crossing my arms. "He killed Razor and Cross’s parents. If anything, Cross is the one who needs revenge, not you!"

She glanced up, tears already welling up in her eyes. "I...I didn’t know... What about Cross?" she asked, throwing her head back in frustration.

"He’s not fine," I exhaled sharply. "We don’t even know the amount of pain he’s going through." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"I wish I knew how he’s doing, but even Tara didn’t know?"

"Tara?" I raised my brow at her. "You’ve been in touch with her?"

"She was the one who helped me escape and hid me away in a motel. Your husband set out to catch her today. Isn’t he back yet?"

I was speechless. Why didn’t Razor tell me anything about this before he left? But Chris came back empty-handed, and he said Razor and Dean went to take care of something else, which is why they didn’t come back with him. They probably didn’t see Tara.

"I understand you were led astray by your brother," I began, changing the topic, "but you can make it better. If only you just apologize."

"Why would I do that?" she scoffed with an eye roll. "He already got his revenge."

"For Cross’s sake, I’m begging you, just apologize," I pleaded, sighing in exhaustion. "Or do you want to remain here forever?"

She looked worried, but as usual, remained stoic. She was obviously very stubborn, but one thing about Razor, he’s going to break her so bad she’ll be begging for mercy soon.

"Suit yourself," I sighed in defeat before leaving the dungeon.

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It was already dark when Razor returned. I had just finished feeding and putting Nathan to bed when I came downstairs and saw him entering inside the mansion.

I quickly ran into his arms and hugged him. "I missed you so much," he said as he pulled away from the hug, planting a small kiss on my lips. "Where’s Nathan?"

"He’s asleep," I wrapped my arms around his waist. "He got tired of waiting for you to come home."

Razor chuckled before lifting me up bridal style and going up the stairs. He got to his room before depositing me on the bed.

I quickly sat up, watching him as he took off his jacket quickly. "So, how was today?" I asked, hoping he’d tell me about Tara.

"It was good," he replied simply, taking off his wristwatch.

"Is that so?" I asked with a little sass in my voice, which made him raise his brow at me.

"What did you say?" His tone was low.

My eyes lowered to the floor instantly, already regretting it. "I...I... meant..."

"Come here," he pointed in front of him.

I drew in a deep breath before getting off the bed and walking to the spot he was pointing at.

"Isabella?" He called in a low yet firm tone, sending shivers coursing through me. "Are you alright?"

There was no use lying; if I did, he’d go ahead and spank the truth out of me.

"No, sir," I muttered, lowering my gaze to the floor. "I’m sorry for giving you an attitude."

"What’s wrong?" He used his fingers to force my chin up to meet his intense eyes.

"I heard from Lisa, and she told me about Tara," I confessed. "I wanted to know why you didn’t tell me."

"Next time when you want to ask me a question, you do it with respect," he began coldly. "Do not give me attitude, or I’ll flip you over and spank you silly. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," I said in a shaky tone, hoping I wasn’t in trouble.

"Now, as for Tara," he began, running his fingers through my boobs slowly, "the reason I didn’t tell you was because you are still so hurt about your parents’ death...I needed to work with her since she was living with Tom, to help us get Cross out of there."

"She’s living with Tom?" I was surprised.

"Yes, he’s using her father as leverage to keep her there."

I nodded in understanding.

"But I promise you, baby," he pinched hard at my nipples, causing a moan to escape my lips. "When it’s all said and done, I’ll deliver her to you, and you can do whatever you like with her."

I forced a smile, trying to keep calm despite the pleasure I was feeling from his masterful touch. "I’ll look forward to that, sir."

He withdrew his fingers before turning me around and bending me over the bed. I panicked, familiar with this position.

"I’m sorry, sir," I begged, already squirming in anticipation.

He didn’t reply but began spanking me through my nightgown, not too hard but at a fast pace. I yelped with each smack, feeling tears stinging my eyes.

After a few seconds, it was over. I was a bit surprised when he pulled me up and turned me to face him. This was probably the shortest spanking I’ve ever received.

"That was a warning," he said, pulling me in for a hug. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir," I nodded into his chest, wishing that he’d just fuck me right now. But I knew if he did, I wouldn’t be allowed to

cum.

With a tight squeeze on my ass, he pulled away and pushed me gently to the door with a slap across my ass. "Off to bed," he said. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," I smiled as I left the room.

The next morning after breakfast, I followed Razor into the dungeon, my stomach churning at the sight of Lisa. She looked pale and exhausted, barely hanging on as she squirmed restlessly in her chair.

"How are you doing?" Razor taunted, grinning at Lisa, who replied with a glare.

"Do that again and I’ll gouge those eyes out," he warned, his tone devoid of humor.

I was relieved when Lisa lowered her gaze to the floor, complying with his warning.

"I’m fine," Lisa muttered bitterly, looking away. "I don’t need your help."

"Fine," Razor began to walk out of the dungeon, pulling me along, but Lisa stopped us.

"Please," her voice was tiny and low. "Please..."

Razor turned, keeping a straight face. "Please what?"

"I’m sorry for everything," she began, her tone now filled with regret. "I’m sorry for deceiving Cross."

"Too late," he shrugged her off, but she cried out again.

"Please don’t leave me here," she was in tears now. "I’m hungry, thirsty, and I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, do you?" Razor’s expression remained unchanged. This was the man I knew and loved: cruel, brutal, and relishing in torturing people, especially those who messed with him. "I’ll think about it," he said coldly, pulling me along.

As we walked away, I craned my neck to see Lisa crying bitterly. It made my heart ache. I couldn’t leave her here. I had to change Razor’s mind, but how?