Interrogation.

**Razor**

I came out from the walk-in closet, already dressed for the day in my red blazer jacket and black pants. I gazed at myself in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance. Then, I turned and headed straight to where my little wife was sleeping in bed.

She looked so freaking cute lying there, so adorable. I felt Black stirring within me.

'What the heck are you doing now, Black?'

'What?' He feigned ignorance.

'Why are you acting all horny? It's too early for that.'

'Whatever.'

My eyes rolled as I leaned closer. "Isabella, Isabella!"

She turned and blinked twice, not fully awake but aware of my presence.

"Wake up. Now!"

That was all she needed to sit upright on the bed. She jerked up when her sore little ass connected with the mattress. Memories of last night came flooding in; oh, she really deserved it. But last night... last night was great, I must admit.

Her morning hair was tousled, but despite it all, her golden hair glistened in the sunlight, making her radiate beauty. She looked up at me, her blue eyes fuzzy and not fully open.

I assumed a stern expression, wanting her to pay attention. "The only reason I let you sleep in was because you're probably tired, and it's your first time here. But from now on, I expect you to be up early and prepare my breakfast before I leave for the day."

Her pink lips slanted in a frown. "But I don't know how to cook!"

I loosened my tie slightly with my hands before meeting her gaze. "You weren't taught."

"No, there was no need. We had maids and servants to do it." She reached for her bathrobe near the bedside.

"Well, you're going to have to learn," she scoffed humorously, and I raised one brow, prompting her to lower her lashes. "Seeing as I don't trust people that easily, and now I have a wife and Luna, you'll be the one to cook my meals from now on. I'll have Felicia teach you how to do it."

She sighed and nodded. "Alright."

"Now, let's go over the rules and regulations, shall we? Firstly, you're not allowed to disobey me," I said as I walked towards the shelf area. "Secondly, I don't tolerate lies and disrespect. It's better you tell the truth than let me find out myself. Thirdly, you're not permitted to leave the house without my permission, and I mean the tenth floor."

"What?" she gasped and got out of bed. "That's absurd! Why do I need your permission to go downstairs? That's..." she trailed off as I turned to face her, my eyes narrowing.

"Sorry," she mumbled, finding the floor suddenly attractive. "What I mean is that," she explained, making sure to keep her tone in check, "it's just downstairs, and it's your pack..."

"And I don't care. You'll do as I say or face the consequences. I don't care if you agree or not, but you will obey me. Let's continue." I picked a case from the shelf. "You'll be training with the pack also. Remember, you're my Luna, and I'm not about to have a weak mate; being wolfless is enough."

I took my watch and put it on my wrist. "If you need anything, you can call me on the phone. I'll be going down for some time, and when I get back, I expect you to be dressed already."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." I smirked at her before stepping closer to her. "See you later, wife." I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her cheek, feeling overwhelmed as her lovely scent engulfed me.

'And you were giving me crap?' Black shot at me.

'Oh, shut it. She's mine.'

'You mean ours?' Black fired back.

I scoffed. 'Whatever.'

I picked up my phone from the table, took one last glance at Isabella, who was picking up her dress from the previous night on the couch, before opening the door.

I held the door with one hand and said, "Make sure this room is clean and spotless before I get back."

She scrunched her face before sighing. "Yes, Razor."

Satisfied, I opened the door and left the room.

I spotted Chris already waiting for me in the living room. As soon as he saw me, he knelt down and bowed.

"Rise, Chris. Let's go; I don't have time. Come on!"

He got up and followed me as we made our way downstairs through the elevator. We headed straight to the dungeon. Yes, I had issues and scores to settle this morning. My omegas, who were stationed there, all knelt down and bowed to me. The smell of rotten and burnt flesh greeted my nostrils as I stepped inside the dimly lit room.

This was my favorite place, where I relieved stress and made my enemies pay for ever crossing me. I relished it, the racks, furnace, iron maidens and my personal favorite...the brazen bull. I fucking loved it.

"Here they are," Chris pointed at the fools who were tightly bound with silver chains to their steel chairs, prepared to face my wrath. I observed their bodies and nodded in satisfaction; they were literally covered in blood and bruises. One of them literally had a huge chunk of flesh missing from his face.

"This one," Chris held one of the fools' greasy hair, yanking it roughly, "is the rogue wolf who dared to trespass into our territory, boss."

"Tsk tsk," I stepped in front of the bastard, rolling the sleeves of my blazer up. "Did you think you could fool us, that we wouldn't fucking recognize that you're not one of us?" I stretched my hand, and Chris picked up a tiny silver blade from the array of weapons on the table and handed it to me.

The fool shuddered, his entire body trembling. "You made a very bad mistake, silly." I gripped the blade firmly, slowly bringing it up to his chest before thrusting it into the bastard's heart, eliciting a piercing scream from him. Yes, that's right; I enjoyed it when they groaned in pain. I withdrew the blade, along with his heart, and that was the end of him, his head failing in defeat to his chest.

He should be grateful I fucking gave him a merciful death.

I moved to the other one and gestured to Chris. "And this one?"

"He's the informant who lied about knowing Damon's whereabouts. We tracked him down and found him in the Red-Water pack; he was actually working with the mafias."

My lips tightened slightly; this bastard dared to trick me?

I narrowed my eyes on him. "Where is he?"

He raised his head defiantly and locked eyes with me, a smug grin dancing on his lips. "Who?"

I smiled darkly at his misplaced courage. Chris jerked the bastard's head and pushed it back to give me better access.

"Damon," I replied calmly. "I know you know where he is, so talk."

"And why would I? I'd rather die than betray the Dead Man Mafia." He grinded his bloodied teeth in rage, blatantly refusing to heed the subtle warning I was giving him.

I leaned forward, bringing myself to his eye level. "You'd betray your kind to humans who despise your kind?"

He widened his eyes, attempting to appear fearless. "Yes, and I would do it over and..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I plunged the blade and gouged out his right eye, his inhuman scream echoing loudly in the room.

"What were you saying again?" I placed the blade near his other eye. "I dare you to repeat it."

He panted breathlessly, pain evident in his remaining eye. "I... I... please... I swear... I don't know... where... Damon is." He struggled through the pain.

How beautiful; he has lost his courage and now wanted to talk?

"Shut the fuck up," I chuckled darkly, glancing proudly at his brusied face. "I don't want to fucking hear whatever you have to say. You had your chance, bastard."

I dropped the bloody blade on the floor, straightened my back, and instantly, Chris handed me a handkerchief, which I used to wipe my hands before he gave me a hand sanitizer, which I also used before passing it back to him.

I turned around and started to leave, but before doing so, I said to Chris, "Get rid of the bastard, burn him to ashes," pointing at the red-hot furnace shaped like a casket in the far right corner. "Make it slow."

"Yes, sir," Chris replied with a slight bow.

"No, no, please... No!"

I walked away, ignoring the stupid screams of the bloody bastard. He had it coming; he can go to hell for all I care.

******

I stepped into my apartment slowly, checking the time - it was just 10 am. I reached for the doorknob and opened the door to the room, but my face fell instantly on the scene in front of me.

I narrowed my gaze at her as she stood by the mirror, combing her golden hair. "Why is this place still untouched?"

"I don't understand," her brows knitted together in confusion. "I already took care of this."

She's got to be kidding me?

I strode slowly towards her. "That chair isn't properly balanced, and the bed isn't made. Are you seriously standing there and lying to me?"

"I swear I did," her lashes fluttered nervously. "I've never done such a thing before." She looked around the room, her lips slanted in a pout.

I was internally boiling, but as I observed her features, I could tell she meant it. But I don't freaking care.

"You have ten minutes to get this done and meet me in the living room. If you're even a second late, I'll deal with you."

Without waiting for her reaction, I turned and walked out of the room.