Alpha Razor King-Chapter 70: Escape.

**Razor*"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" I screamed at Dean, pounding my fist hard on the desk. "Chris and Tara disappeared?"

Dean shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. "Yes sir, they left about an hour ago before we returned. I’ve been trying to get in touch with them but I can’t get through."

How the fuck did they know, I’ve found them out? I fucking hated this crap, how could Chris of all people mess with me? He should fucking know better.

"There’s another problem boss" Dean stated, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Luna left the pack house... alone."

"What the fuck does that mean?" I gritted my teeth trying to keep cool.

"Felicia said..."

I walked out of the study before he could continue, making my way to the living room.

"Felicia!" I yelled, and she immediately came forward and knelt down before me. "Where did my wife go?"

"I think she went to the hospital boss. She received a call from her dad that her mom has been hospitalized again."

"And she left without my permission?"

"She said she’s been trying to get through to you, but you weren’t picking up."

Agitated, I took out my phone from my pocket, surprised to see over twenty missed calls. "Call our guys over there and find out the situation."

"Yes sir," Dean nodded and started dialing the number. I watched his face contort in a frown, seemingly trying the number over and over again. "They’re not picking up, boss."

"Get the men, we’re going over to the hospital right now," I ordered, the urgency of the situation setting in.

We arrived at the Red Water Pack hospital quickly. One of the doctors immediately rushed over and welcomed me.

"Welcome, Alpha Razor," he breathed rapidly. "There’s a big problem, sir. The doctor has been killed." He paused, swallowing hard. "Likewise, your wife’s parents."

"What?" I felt my heart tighten. "What about my wife, where is she?"

"She’s been taken by the men."

"Fuck!" I clenched my fist hard, trying to control my rage, but the beast in me wanted to be let out.

Isabella was gone, probably in the hands of that fucking bastard Damon. My phone suddenly vibrated; again, I forgot to put it on ring out. It was a message. I opened the message to see a video. Drawing a deep breath, I opened the video, to see Isabella, chained to a chair in a dark room.

I saw red, letting my wolf, Black, take over me. And there he was, that bastard Damon, standing in front of my unconscious wife, running his filthy hands over her hair.

"If you want her alive, Razor, with all parts of her body intact, come over to the Hives club right now." He grinned devilishly before the video went off.

Fuck! How the hell did this happen? My in-laws were fucking dead, and my wife has been kidnapped.

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**Ian**

I took quick strides towards the VIP room where Damon was. I had to talk to him. This wasn’t our deal. I was the one who was supposed to bring Isabella here, but instead, he sent his men behind my back. What is he planning?

I stormed inside the room without knocking on the door. "We need to talk." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"How dare you come in without knocking?" Rey stood up and moved towards me, but Damon called him back.

"Ian, what are you doing here?" Damon gave me a cocky look.

"You know damn well why I’m here," I growled, my eyes locked on him. "You went behind my back and took Isabella. That was not our deal."

Damon chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Things change, Ian. You know how it goes in our world. Deals are made to be broken."

"Not this one," I snapped, my fists clenched at my sides. "You have no right to take her. She’s my friend."

"She’s also a valuable asset," Damon countered, his tone smug. "And I intend to use her to further my goals of bringing Razor down."

I took a step forward, my anger boiling over. "I don’t give a damn about your goals. Give her back to me, now."

Damon’s smile faded, and he leaned forward, his eyes hard. "You’re in no position to make demands, Ian. You either play by my rules or suffer the consequences."

I glanced around the room, taking in the armed men standing guard. I knew I was outnumbered, but I wasn’t about to back down. "Please just promise you’ll give her to me after destroying Razor?"

"Sure thing." He nodded.

"Can I at least see her?"

Damon’s gaze hardened, but after a moment, he nodded "Fine. Let’s go see her."

I followed Damon and his men through the club, my heart pounding in my chest. We arrived inside the dark room. My heart broke at the sight of Isabella chained to the chair, helpless and scared. Damon turned to one of his men and ordered them to revive her. The man splashed water on Isabella’s face, causing her to cough and come back to consciousness. Damon stood in front of her, smirking.

"Well, well, well, sleeping beauty awakes," Damon sneered. It took all of me to stay still and not act up; I had to stay calm for Isabella’s sake.

She was obviously scared, her blue eyes searching around the area, confused. "Who...are you people?" she trailed off when our eyes met. "Ian? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you see, your friend Ian has been working with me all this time," Damon said. "As long as you cooperate, you’ll be fine."

"And who are you?" Isabella asked him.

"I’m Damon, the one who’s going to destroy Razor King," Damon declared.

Isabella’s eyes darkened in rage. "So it was you, you killed my parents!" she yelled, accusing him.

"What the hell are you saying?" Damon chuckled.

"You fucking liar," Isabella screamed before spitting on his face.

Enraged, Damon slapped her across her cheek. "How dare you, fucking bitch! You had better behave, or I’ll rip your body apart even before Razor arrives."

"Please, Mr. Rollins, don’t hurt her. She’ll behave," I begged him, pleading with my eyes for Isabella to stay calm. Damon didn’t say anything but stormed out of the dark room, angry with his men, leaving just me and Isabella alone.

I rushed over to Isabella’s side and knelt before her. "Isabella, I’m going to get you out of here, I promise," I told her, rubbing her bruised cheek. But she jerked her neck away and scoffed at me.

"And you expect me to believe that, to trust you?" she spat angrily. "You betrayed me, Ian. How could you?"

"I did it for you," I insisted, my heart breaking at her distrust. "Working with Damon was the only way to get Razor out of the way so that you could finally be free."

"And you believed him?" she cried, tears streaking down her cheeks. "He killed my parents, Ian."

"I didn’t know about that, Isa. I’m so sorry," I pleaded with her, "I’ll get you out of here, I promise."

"He’s planning to kill Razor and force me to become his sex slave," she continued, her voice trembling. "I overheard him talking to his men while I played unconscious."

"Don’t worry, I got this," I showed her the keys to the chain. "I stole this from his men."

"Ian, how are we going to escape?" she cried.

"Don’t worry and just follow me," I said, unlocking the chain and letting it fall to the ground.

"Come on," I grabbed her hand, "stay behind me."

I pulled Isabella up from the chair, and we tiptoed out of the room. At the entrance, two men were stationed there. Using the element of surprise, I snapped both of their necks in quick succession and motioned for Isabella to follow me. I led her down the quiet corridor towards the secret passage.

As we reached the exit, we were disappointed to see some of Damon’s men stationed there. I glanced at Isabella, silently telling her not to be afraid. She nodded in understanding.

I lunged at the men, snapping one of their necks, but the others were fast. I realized that they were enhanced wolves, just like me.

I fought with all my strength, taking out a knife from my pocket and stabbing one of them in the eyes.

"He’s here, Alpha Razor is here!" a voice from outside shouted, probably to inform everyone to be on guard.

I glanced at Isabella; she looked relieved, probably weighing her options of going back to meet Razor.

Using all my strength, I plunged the knife into the heart of one of the bastards, stabbing his heart. But my victory was short-lived as I felt a stab in my back. I turned back just as the man was about to stab my heart. Isabella kicked the knife out of his hand, giving me the time to stab the man in the chest.

"Where is she? She’s missing!" a voice was heard not too far from the secret passageway.

I staggered, holding my bleeding side with one hand. "You have to go now; they’re going to come here soon."

Isabella shook her head, holding my arms to keep me steady. "I can’t leave you like this."

"I’ll be fine. But if they catch you, it’s either you end up as Damon’s slave or with Razor."

Her brows knitted together in confusion. She was out for about a few seconds before I pushed her softly. "Isabella, run, please."

"But where do I go?"

"Here," I took out a piece of paper from my pocket and handed it to her with my bloodied hands. "Go to this address; you’ll be safe. I’ll join you later."

She took it with shaky hands. "I’ll wait for you."

"Now go, before they find you. Go!"

She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks, before she disappeared from the exit. I collapsed to the floor, unable to hold my stance, fast losing blood. Damn that fucked silver blade. It weakens us, even though it doesn’t actually kill us.

I’m glad Isabella, has gotten away from those two horrible bastards.