Alpha Razor King-Chapter 55: Paying The Price.

**Isabella**

I staggered backwards, my legs almost giving out on me. This is it, the end of it all. His eyes moved from Cain to me, his intense gaze sweeping over my outfit, and my heart began to beat violently as a visible scowl appeared on his face. He shut his eyes, probably to calm himself.

Cross and Cain slowly got down on their knees and lowered their gaze, while I stood awkwardly. I wanted to kneel and beg, but I just couldn’t bring myself to move at all.

"What are you all doing here?" He finally spoke, his voice low... too low and dangerous.

Silence. Nobody dared to speak; we could only tremble in fear, not even daring to breathe loudly as the cold breeze brushed against our skin in the cool of the night.

"Are you all fucking deaf?" His deep voice boomed in the quiet of the night, causing me to jump in fear.

"Brother, I’m sorry... it’s all my... fault..." Cross stuttered-out, his voice cracking in fear. "I...."

"Come here," he interrupted Cross, pointing in front of him.

Cross didn’t stand but instead crawled to where Razor stood, already in tears, scared of what Razor might do.

"Why are you here?" Razor’s voice was cold, and there was no light in his eyes.

"I came... here to see... someone." Cross choked out, but Razor didn’t say anything, just stared menacingly at him. "I came to meet Kira."

This time he reacted with a raised brow. "Who the fuck is that?"

"She... I met her during college."

"And you did it behind my back?"

"I’m sorry... brother..."

My eyes moved backward to check for Kira, but surprisingly, she wasn’t there. I thought she was with Cross when we left the club.

"Why is my wife here?" Razor asked, drawing me back to the reality that I was definitely in hot soup.

"She... said she wanted to go clubbing..." Before the words fully left Cross’s lips, Razor’s palm connected with his face three times, smacking his cheek. I jumped hard at each loud smack.

Cross’s hands instinctively flew to his cheek, but Razor’s voice echoed. "Drop them."

His hand quickly flew from his bruised face and bloodied lips.

"You brought my wife to a fucking club without my permission! How dare you!" He began smacking both of Cross’s cheeks in quick succession, causing Cross to sob.

"It’s all my fault," I spoke out, to my surprise, taking steps to stand in front of Razor. "Please... it’s all my fault, stop hitting him," I begged, unable to see Cross suffering because of me.

I held my breath, awaiting Razor’s wrath, but instead, his nose scrunched slightly as he sniffed the air. "Did... did you drink and smoke, Isabella?" He ground his teeth at me, causing me to jerk fearfully.

"I... I’m sorry," I managed to say before his backhand met my face in a hard slap that sent me flying to the ground. "Please..." I held my bruised cheek and broke into a sob.

He had never slapped me before.....the pain was unbearable.

"I’ll deal with both of you at home." He pointed at both Cross and me on the ground before fixing his cold gaze on Cain. "As for you, you’re going to the dungeon. Get into the fucking car!" He ordered curtly, and the three of us quickly scampered to our feet and complied immediately.

I was a little glad that Razor was in the other car; I wouldn’t have been able to breathe easily if he were here.We drove in silence, the weight of what had just happened settling heavily on my chest. I stole a glance at Cross, who sat quietly beside me, nursing his bruised face. Guilt gnawed at me; it was my fault he was in this mess.

Razor’s reaction was unlike anything I had fucking experienced before. The fear I felt was suffocating, and I couldn’t shake the image of his angry, unforgiving eyes.

And Cain? Razor’s order to take him to the dungeon was chilling. What would happen to him there? I didn’t want to imagine. Razor will torture him until he reveals everything to him... about me and Ian and my plan of escaping... Oh, Moon Goddess, please save me!

As soon as we arrived at the pack house, my heart began to beat violently, and my legs trembled as I got out of the car and headed straight to the penthouse. Razor didn’t bother to look at Cross and me as he walked ahead of us.

"Go to your room," he ordered Cross the minute we stepped foot inside the penthouse. "I’ll be with you shortly."

"Yes, sir," Cross replied fearfully before darting inside his room.

Turning to me, he grabbed my arm and began leading me up the stairs. Why isn’t he taking me to our room? My mind raced in fear. We passed the door to his study and strode further down the empty hallway, passing several doors.

The farther he took me, the more my heartbeat increased in anxiety. He stopped in front of the last door, punched in a secret code, and the door immediately opened.

The room was dark, so I couldn’t tell what was inside it until he switched on the light, illuminating the room in red light.

"What the fuck is this place?" I gasped in fear.

He didn’t reply but pulled my arm roughly inside the room, before pushing me to the ground. Tears fell from my eyes as I began to take in everything inside the room.

There was a table, on top of it were different types of blades, scissors, and sharp objects that I couldn’t identify. On the wall, handcuffs were attached with silver chains. My eyes moved to the bed where silver chains were also present, before settling on another table which contained all kinds of sex toys.

Did he plan on torturing me?

Afraid, I got on my knees and clasped my hands together. "Please... please, sir... have mercy."

"Mercy, really?" His eyes hardened as our gazes locked. "By the time I’m through with you, my little wife, you’ll regret the day you came into this world."