Alpha Razor King-Chapter 131: Investigating.

**Isabella**

"So what do we do now?" Chris asked, glancing at me.

"I think we need to interrogate one of his men right now. See that one?" I pointed at one of Razor’s men who was outside smoking a cigarette. "Let’s take that one and talk to him."

Chris and Cross nodded. They waited until the coast was clear before grabbing the man and shoving him inside our car trunk.

We drove all the way to the woods and took him deep inside before removing his blindfold.

"You again?" he scoffed at us, shaking his head. "What do you want with me? I thought my boss already made it clear to you."

"We want you to tell us everything you know about Raz... I mean Gray," I sighed.

"Why should I?" he smirked at us from the ground. "I’m not going to betray my boss."

"We’re not asking you to betray your boss. We just really need some answers, okay?" I pleaded with him.

"What do you want to know?" he rolled his brown eyes, probably tired of me.

"When did you meet Ra... I mean Gray?"

"I met him four years ago at a club. He saved me from a group of thugs that were about to kill me."

"Do you know anything about his personal life?" Cross asked. "His likes, girlfriend, how he came to Miami."

"I don’t know anything about that. But if you want to know, you probably have to find out from him," Rick replied with a smug grin, drawing a scowl from Chris.

I motioned for Chris to keep his cool before looking at the man on the ground. "Apart from Gray, isn’t there anyone we could ask who knows more about him?"

"Probably his father," Rick shrugged.

"He has a father?" Cross was amused as he rested his back on a tree.

"Yes, of course," the man nodded.

"What’s your name?" I asked him.

"Rick."

"So, Rick, could you please tell us where to find Gray’s father?"

Rick began to laugh at us. "That’s hilarious. Are you trying to kill me? Do you know what my boss will do to me if I ever disclose that information to you?"

"We’re not going to harm his father; we just want to talk," I breathed, running my hand through my hair in frustration.

"You know what, I’m beginning to think you’re spies. You’re Abel’s spies, aren’t you?"

"Abel? Who the fuck is that?" Chris’s brow raised slightly.

"A dangerous drug dealer based here in Miami. I’m sure you’re aware, so stop pretending."

"We’re not pretending, alright," I was growing frustrated.

"You must think I’m foolish..."

"I’ve had enough," Cross stepped forward and brought out his claws, almost sending the man into cardiac arrest.

"What the fuck is that thing... what are you?"

"Shut the fuck up," Cross growled at Rick. "You’re going to take us to his father, or else I’ll use this to rip your heart out."

Rick looked at me fearfully, imploring me to stop him, but I only crossed my arms.

"You heard him, you’re going to take us there, or else."

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"Are you sure you’re going to be alright, Luna?" Chris’s worried eyes searched my face.

"I’ll be fine. You guys just go with Rick here and find out who this so-called father is. I’ll follow Razor to the club."

"Isabella, are you sure you’re going to be alright?" Cross asked before opening the car door. "Rick said that the club is always filled with dangerous people."

"I’ll be fine, Cross. I can take care of myself," I smiled. "I just want to know what Razor is up to, and right now, he’s inside that damn club. So I’m going in there."

"You’re going to need a change of clothes, though," Rick’s voice interrupted from inside the car. "They ain’t gonna let you anywhere in there dressed like this." I wanted to wipe that smug look away from his face.

Cross rolled his eyes before turning back to me. "Don’t listen to him, Isabella. Remember what happened the last time you dressed..."

"Cross," I interrupted. "Razor doesn’t even remember me..."

"He’s right, Luna," Chris chipped in. "What if he regains his memory?"

I scoffed. "Y’all are insufferable. I’ll be fine. Now go." I shushed them away, watching as they entered the car and drove off.

Next, I headed to a nearby boutique. As I walked in, I was greeted by a friendly attendant who led me to the section with evening dresses.

"I need something that stands out but is also comfortable," I said, scanning the racks of clothing.

"Of course," the attendant replied with a smile, pulling out a sleek, black dress with intricate lace details. "This would look stunning on you."

I tried it on in the fitting room, admiring the way it hugged my boobs and accentuated my figure. The dress was perfect, elegant yet bold. I paired it with a leather jacket and boots to add a touch of edge. Satisfied with my choice, I quickly purchased the outfit and changed into it before leaving the boutique.

I approached the club, the thumping bass of the music grew louder, vibrating through the air. The line outside was long, but I managed to slip past the crowd and approach the bouncer at the entrance.

"ID?" he grunted, eyeing me up and down.

I handed him my identification, and after a brief inspection, he nodded and let me in.

The club was dark inside, with flashing lights adding bright colors to the dance floor. The air smelled of perfume and sweat, mixed with cigarettes.

I made my way to the bar, keeping an eye out for Razor. It didn’t take long to spot him. He was leaning against the counter, talking to a few men, a drink in hand. He wore a black short-sleeve T-shirt and red cargo pants, showing off his tattooed arms. He looked so fucking handsome... I missed my husband so much.

I was still glancing at Razor when someone tapped my arm. I turned to see a man flanked by five others, all looking like bad news.

"My boss wants to see you," the man said in a firm tone.

I observed him for a moment, then crossed my arms with a little spunk. "I’m sorry, but I’m not going anywhere. Tell your boss that I’m not interested."

They glanced at each other before the man met my gaze again. "I’m sorry, but you have to come with us."

Why won’t these fools leave me alone!

"And if I refuse?"

One of the men stepped closer, a threatening look in his eyes. "We won’t take no for an answer."

The men attacked me suddenly, their blows coming fast and hard. I defended myself, blocking punches and kicking back, easily defeating the first wave. But then more of them emerged from wherever the fuck they came from.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, my frustration growing.

They kept on attacking me. I was tempted to use my claws, but that would out me as a werewolf, something I couldn’t risk, especially in a foreign city. Their numbers were overwhelming, and despite my best efforts, they began to overpower me.

I felt a heavy blow coming, and just as I braced for impact, someone pulled one of the men off me and shoved him to the floor. I looked up, and my breath caught.

It was Razor! His eyes were fierce as he glanced at me.