Cross.

**Razor**

"So tell me..." I trailed off, disturbed by the echo of liquid dripping on the floor and the pungent smell of urine tingling my nostrils. My eyes quickly went downward to his toned legs, which were trembling, tightly wrapped around each other as pee dripped down.

My lips tightened in a frown as I stepped back, not wanting to pee on my clothes. "Of course, you fucking peed yourself when I haven't even started with you," I scolded, shaking my cigarette angrily at him.

"I'm so sorry, boss," Dean was at my side, checking if the lad had spilled any on me.

"Please, I... I'm sorry," the boy paused, his eyes focused on the brazen bull and the screams coming from there. "Please have mercy... Please," his voice was fragile, too weak and innocent.

Too fucking bad for him, he shouldn't have aligned with that idiot, Damon.

I took slow strides, standing close to his trembling form. "Do you know what this is," I pointed my cigarette toward the bull, prompting him to shake his head fearfully. "It's called the brazen bull, a torture device where I place people inside it with a fire lit beneath. As it's heated, they're slowly but surely roasted to death."

I stretched my arm and placed the cigarette on his face, close to his eyes. He jerked with a scream.

"Ah... please sir, I'll talk," he choked out in a loud sob. The poor kid was scared as hell. "Please, I'll tell you all I... know."

"Then tell me, and don't fucking keep me waiting." The fire burnt out from the cigarette before I threw it on the floor.

"It's a device Mr. Rollins's father had been working on with his scientists before he passed away. He took over and developed it."

"And what is it used for?"

"To... to... extract the wolf from werewolves. It's a large device, with a sharp needle that he uses to pierce into their heads... straight to the brain. This process could take minutes or hours depending on the wolf."

How the heck was this even possible?

"And why do their bodies turn green?" I wanted to know.

"The side effect... I guess, for the werewolves who didn't survive the procedure."

"And those that survive?"

"He tortures them for his pleasure... and then kills them. Please... please that's all I know, I swear, sir."

I wished I could use my mind-link power to break through the walls of this kid's mind just to be sure he was telling the truth, but that only worked with members of my pack, plus he was human.

Something was still missing; I could feel it, smell it, and swear to the moon goddess I wouldn't rest until I uncovered it.

"Are you sure?" I arched my brow. "That's all you know?"

"Yes, sir... I swear." He nodded frantically.

I turned to Dean. "Finish him off and make it quick." Then I faced the lad again. "And what do we say?"

"Thank you," he smiled tearfully, grateful that I wasn't going to subject him to the brazen bull. "Thank you for showing mercy."

"That's what I thought."

Dean pulled a silver knife from the table, took quick strides towards the boy, and plunged it straight into his heart, causing the lad to jerk in pain before his chin slowly fell to his chest, his body hanging lifeless.

"Clean this mess," I ordered without looking at Dean as I started to leave.

"Boss, what about the screaming bastard?" Dean asked from behind my back. "What do I do with him?"

"Leave him there to roast to death," my voice was cold, devoid of pity. "I don't fucking care if it takes days."

"Yes, sir," I could detect a small shakiness in Dean's voice, probably because of the brutality of the execution.

I was being merciful in this case. Trust me, I fucking was. I needed to clean up before going back to my little wife. I've missed her already. I can't wait to see what she has in store for me.

**Back in Razor's Penthouse**

**Isabella**

I draped my robe over my nightie, taking my phone as I made quick strides towards the kitchen. I had already wasted a lot of time crying on the bed; that jerk would soon be back.

I arrived at the kitchen, glancing around for any sign of Felicia. Where the hell was she when I needed her the most? How the hell was I supposed to make dinner when I didn't know how to?



What if Razor comes back and sees me like this? He'll skin me alive. I swear I can't take any more pain. I have to meet up with Ian soon. I just want to be far away from this brute Razor as soon as possible.

I brought out three eggs from the crates on the table, placing them gently in a small bowl. Now, what the hell was I supposed to do with these eggs? I tugged at my hair hard, frustration growing within me.

Okay, I can do this. First off, I remember Felicia breaking the eggs or something. You know what? Screw this. I'll just check out how to make scrambled eggs on YouTube.

I brought up my phone, navigating to the YouTube app, but I paused when I heard the footsteps of someone approaching the kitchen. Was it Razor? Fuck!

My heart accelerated, fear gripping me as I turned slowly. My tense shoulders dropped instantly as I saw a young man approaching my direction. He was tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair, and piercing green eyes. His rectangular face was boyish but handsome. He reminded me of...

"Hello, you must be our new Luna," he grinned with a smirk on his lips. That's right, he reminded me of Razor. Could he be... "I'm Cross, Razor's younger brother."

I thought as much; the resemblance was striking, from the jet-black hair and red lips to the green eyes and handsome face. Although Razor was more handsome, taller, more muscular, and intense. Cross was like a younger version of him.

"Alright, can I help you?" I breathed, placing my phone on the counter and wishing I could fucking wipe that smirk off his face. He scoffed, grinning in amusement. "What's so fucking funny?"

"Woah," he raised his hands, "you'd better be careful because if my brother hears that, you're going to be screaming in tears again tonight."

My eyes widened in horror. What the hell?! He fucking heard me getting my butt whacked! I felt heat creeping up on my cheeks in embarrassment. I thought no one was there; it was just Razor and me.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, believe me," he said with a knowing smile, making me wish for the ground to swallow me whole. "So, have you seen Felicia around?"

I drew in a sigh of relief, glad for the change of topic. "Uhmm, I don't know. I haven't seen her since we got back."

I focused my attention back on the eggs, taking one in my hand.

"Do you need help with that?" he asked, moving to stand beside me and placing his phone beside mine on the counter.

Yes, I do. But I'm too fucking embarrassed to admit it because of earlier, you jerk.

"Alright then, I'll just go," he shrugged, raising his phone in the air and turning to leave.

"Please..." I squeezed my eyes shut, still not ready to face him. "Help me, please."

"Alright," he grinned excitedly, moving to stand beside me and placing his phone beside mine back on the counter. "We'd better hurry up before he returns. He doesn't appreciate being kept waiting."

I wanted to ask him how he knew Razor had asked me to make dinner, but I waved it aside. My eyes were fixated on how he was skillfully breaking the eggs into a separate bowl. After frying the eggs, he placed them inside the bread before toasting them in the sandwich machine.



So this was how it's done. It wasn't that hard.

"Here," he removed the last piece of bread from the machine and placed it on a plate with the rest. "I hope you know how to do it now?" He placed his hands on the counter, tilting his head sideways playfully.

I cleared my throat and nodded my head. "Thank you for helping me."

He was gazing at his phone on the counter, probably checking his messenger. I had heard the notification go off earlier. I stretched my neck and saw that he was chatting with a girl, judging from the naughty text. Don't even get me started.

He straightened up, meeting my gaze with a smile. "You're welcome. So..." he trailed off as the sound of the door swinging open echoed aloud, followed by the sound of footsteps. "OMG, he's back!"

Confusion etched across my forehead as I watched him go into panic mode. His whole body hyperventilated, and he looked around confused before walking away hurriedly. He was fucking scared.

"Ahh, my phone," he stopped midway through the kitchen, running back to the counter to grab it but stopping abruptly when Razor called his name.

"What are you doing here, Cross?" Razor's eyes blazed with anger as he glanced at his brother, who was now facing him, hands trembling nervously. "Are you deaf?"

Cross jerked at the harshness of his tone, his eyes darting to the floor. "I came...I...I came to find Felicia."

"For what?" Razor asked mercilessly, totally ignoring Cross's nervousness. Fuck, even his brother was intimidated and scared of him. "Weren't you supposed to be inside your room?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you disobeyed me, little brother?"

"I was hungry...and Felicia hadn't brought in my dinner yet, so..."

"Shut it," Cross and I flinched at the harsh order. Cross kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to face his brother's wrath. "That's no excuse, and you know it. Get inside, I'll deal with you later."

Cross swallowed visibly, nodding his head. "Yes, sir." He gazed at his phone reluctantly before moving his eyes away and darting out of the kitchen.

He didn't want to take his phone with him because of Razor. Judging from experience, Razor might ask to see it, and of course, he would come across his sex chat with that girl and probably fucking kill him...and the girl, I figured.

I immediately used my body to cover the phone, shielding it from Razor's eyes.

"I see you're done," his attention was now solely on me, causing me to shift nervously. "Come on, bring it to the table," he ordered as he strode towards the dining area.

"Yes, Razor." I grabbed both phones and placed them inside the pocket of my robe before picking up the plates and following him.

Oh, moon goddess, I just pray that no one fucking calls or texts Cross, because Razor will fucking kill us both if he sees those texts, I'm sure.