Alpha Razor King-Chapter 57: Trapped In Pain.

**Cross**

I rested my head against the wall, silently praying to the Moon Goddess that I could turn back time and never have gone to that club with Isabella, or at least never made that mistake at all. The look in my brother’s eyes told me everything I needed to know—I was in deep trouble.

Not only had I disobeyed him, but I had also lied and gone to the club without permission. As for Kira, I doubted I would ever be able to see her again.

I wiped my eyes angrily, disappointed in myself for making such a huge mistake. Waiting on my knees for over an hour had made me anxious and scared as hell. My cheeks still hurt from the slaps I received back at the club. I knew my brother was going to punish me severely.

Suddenly, the door opened. I quickly folded my hands behind my back and straightened my posture.

It was him; I knew straight away from his scent. He took slow strides and sat down on the bed before calling me to him.

My heart caught instantly, my chest rumbling with anxiety as I crawled my way over and kneeled in front of him. I couldn’t keep my tears at bay, and he hadn’t even started with me yet.

"When did you start going to that club?" His face was hard as he asked the question.

"While I was still in college... sir," I managed to reply amidst tears.

"And how many times have you been to that club since you graduated?"

"Twice, during when I visited Uncle Tom."

"And is your uncle or his wife aware?"

I became tongue-tied, unable to reply. I couldn’t afford to mention Anna’s name; that would get her in trouble. But before I finished deliberating whether or not to, a harsh slap landed across my bruised cheek, stinging like hell.

"Don’t fucking make me repeat myself, Cross!"

"No, sir," I choked out, panting in pain. My cheek burned, but I struggled to keep my hands at bay. I wasn’t allowed to rub the sting away. "They weren’t aware at all..."

"Are you sure, Cross?"

Anna’s face flashed in my mind, the promise I made to her about doing a favor after she covered for me. I couldn’t bring myself to call her name. Besides, she wasn’t aware that I went to a club; I never disclosed it to her.

"Yes, sir."

My brother nodded, his intense eyes never giving me a break for a second. "I asked my men to find that girl, they’re still on it..."

"Brother, please, she’s innocent... she didn’t do anything wrong."

"Shut the fuck up!" I recoiled in fear when he raised his hand, about to slap me. "Didn’t I warn you that you weren’t allowed to see anyone without my permission?"

"Yes, sir..."

"Even when you meet your mate, if I don’t approve of it, you will reject her, am I right?"

"Yes, sir." I replied, but I wished I had the guts to ask him why it had to be my mate. I thought my brother didn’t care about the mate bond anymore.

He leaned forward, placed his fingers under my chin, and forced my gaze to meet his. "And to make matters worse, you took my wife there... how dare you."

The way he said it, the venom in his voice, the fire in his eyes, almost made me lose it, and crap all over myself... he’s going to kill me, I know.

"Please, brother, please, I’m sorry..." I tried to plead for mercy, although I knew it was impossible. He’d never let me off the hook.

"I think I’ve been too lenient with you, Cross. I’m going to have to remind you how to behave, little boy."

As my brother stood up, he dipped his hand inside his pocket, taking out a syringe. My heart almost burst out of my chest when I realized what the syringe meant. I broke into sobs, pleading for mercy.

"Please, brother, no, please... I’ll do anything, just please don’t..." I begged, tears streaming down my face.

He advanced towards me, the syringe glinting in his hand. "You need to learn your lesson, Cross. This is for your own good."

I tried to scramble away, but he grabbed my arm roughly and threw me onto the bed, pinning me down. I thrashed and kicked, but his grip was too strong, he held me down firmly.

"Please, brother, please stop..." I pleaded desperately, but he was relentless. He stood over me, a look of determination on his face as he watched me struggle.

"Stop struggling Cross," he barked, raising the needle up.

Tears streamed down my face as the needle pierced my skin, and the burning liquid began to flow into my veins. I screamed in pain and fear, feeling like my whole body was boiling in hot lava.

"Please, brother, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise..." I pleaded and begged, screaming at the top of my lungs, but he ignored my cries.

Instead, he brought out two handcuffs from his jacket and used them to cuff my hands together first before cuffing my legs together. Now I was trapped on the bed in pain with no way to escape.

I tried to fight against the handcuffs, but they held me in place. The pain was unbearable, and I cried out in agony.I thrashed around on the bed, trying to relieve some of the agonizing pain, but it kept on getting worse. I couldn’t even rub my body because I was restrained.

"You’re going to stay here like a good boy and suffer until I decide when you’ve had enough," he announced coldly, making me wail even louder as I broke into desperate pleas.

"Brother, please have mercy...."

He didn’t tell me when he planned to end it; that was another torture in its own.

"See you later," he stated coldly, and began walking out of the room, totally ignoring my pleas for mercy.

When the door shut, I knew I was about to have the worst night of my life, as my body wracked in pain... pain that felt like I was literally on fire.