Alpha Razor King-Chapter 69: Kidnapped.

**Isabella**

Restless and anxious, I checked the time. It was already morning, and Razor was yet to return. The anonymous bastard had threatened to kill my mom if I didn’t arrive at the hospital in forty minutes. I tried Razor’s line for the fourth time, but he wasn’t picking up.

Unable to wait any longer, I went out of the room to find either Chris or Dean. Downstairs, I learned that Dean hadn’t returned with Razor since last night, and Chris had gone out with Tara a few minutes ago.

Frustrated and feeling time slip away, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I returned to the penthouse, grabbed one of Razor’s cars, and left, with Felicia watching me leave, her expression uncertain.

At the gate, the guards recognized me but seemed surprised that I was alone. I pressed the horn loudly, urging them to open the gate, and they obeyed without question. I sped out of the pack house and headed straight to Red-water.

The drive was tense, every second ticking by like an eternity. Thoughts of my mom’s safety plagued my mind, and the fear of being too late gnawed at me.

As I reached Red-water, I saw the hospital in the distance. I parked the car and rushed inside, my heart pounding in my chest. I got out of the car and headed into the hospital, my mind still beating hard, a man in a black hoodie approached me. His voice was low and threatening as he whispered in my ear, telling me to follow him upstairs or my mom would die.

Fuck! Fear gripped my heart, I complied, following him up the stairs and into a room. What I saw inside stunned me.

A group of men stood in the room, surrounding my dad, who was on his knees, his hands bound behind his back. My mom was on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

"What the fuck is this?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and fear.

The man in the black hoodie stepped forward, a smirk on his face. "Welcome, Mrs. King," he said. "I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going on. Well, let me enlighten you.

Ignoring him, I rushed over to my mom on the bed, tears streaming down my face, I held her hands tightly. "Mom, are you alright? You don’t look so good," I cried, noticing that her lips had gone pale. "Where’s the doctor?" I yelled, looking around frantically.

"Over here," the hooded man said, pointing at the dead body of a man lying on the floor.

"You bastard!" I spat angrily. "How could you?"

"There’s no need for that," he replied smugly. "You see, the doctor said your mom only had until today before she died."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mom was dying, and there was nothing I could do to save her. The tears began to fall faster, blurring my vision.

"Isabella, where is your husband? Why did you come alone?" my dad asked, struggling against the hold of the men.

"Let him go, please," I begged, turning to the hooded man. "I’ll do whatever you want, just let him go."

"Shut up," the hooded man snapped. "You don’t make the rules here."

Before I could react, he brought out a gun from his pocket and shot my mom in the head. I watched in horror as her blood splattered on my body, staining me whole.

I yelled, tripping over my own legs and falling to the floor. "What the fuck! How could you..." I cried, my heart breaking into a million pieces.

My dad struggled against their hold, cursing at them, but they held him back, laughing at his futile attempts to break free.

"Who the fuck are you guys?" I screamed, my voice filled with rage and grief. "Did that bastard Damon send you?"

The hooded man chuckled, a cold, heartless sound. "We’re mercenaries," he said. "We don’t work for the Mafia. We work for someone else, someone who has big plans for you and your husband’s pack."

Confusion and grief clouded my mind as I tried to make sense of the situation. Who would want Razor’s pack if not Damon? Maybe I shouldn’t have left the house without Razor. I cursed myself for being so foolish.

"Razor’s not here, and I swear he’ll kill you if you hurt me," I said, trying to reason with the hooded man.

He chuckled, pointing his gun at my dad. "Too bad he isn’t here. Our client asked us to bring only you, and since we have you, we don’t need your parents anymore."

"Wait, please," I begged, getting on my knees. "Don’t kill my dad, I beg you."

But my dad had other plans. Suddenly, he grabbed a knife from one of the men’s pockets and stabbed their thighs, buying me precious seconds to escape. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Run, Isabella!" my dad shouted, taking out another man. "Run, Isa, please run."

I hesitated for a moment, torn between staying to help my dad and following his desperate plea to save myself. His eyes met mine, and I knew what I had to do.

I quickly stood up, reaching for the door, but the hooded man’s voice echoed behind me. "Where are you going, you bitch!"

I opened the door and saw my dad struggling for the gun with him. Then, the gun went off, and my dad went down in a pool of his blood.

Our eyes met one last time, and I saw his lips move, telling me to run. With tears streaming down my face, I smiled at him before running out of the room, the hooded man chasing after me.

As I ran, my heart pounding in my chest, I managed to slip into the elevator just before the hooded man could catch up. I pressed the button for the ground floor, hoping to make a quick escape. But as the doors began to close, I heard a shout from behind me.

"Get back here you bitch!" the hooded man yelled.

Why won’t he fucking leave me alone.

The elevator doors closed just in time, and I let out a sigh of relief. However, my relief was short-lived.

When the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened, I was greeted by another group of men, waiting for me. My heart sank. I was fucking trapped.

I quickly pressed the button to close the doors, but one of the men managed to slip inside before they shut. I backed away, my mind racing, trying to think of a way out.

"Please," I pleaded, holding up my hands in surrender. "I don’t want any trouble. Just let me go."

The man just grinned, his dark eyes cold. "Sorry, sweetheart," he said. "But we have our orders. You’re coming with us."

Before I could react, he lunged at me, grabbing me by the arm. I struggled, trying to break free, but he was too strong. He dragged me out of the elevator, and the other men surrounded us, blocking any chance of escape.

"Let me go you bastards!" I screamed, kicking my legs. "Do you know who my husband is?"

I didn’t know who these men were or why they were after me, but one thing was clear – I was in deep trouble, and I had no fucking idea how to get out of it.

Razor, please save me!