Dinner Time.

**Isabella**

I squirmed in my seat, trying to relieve the weight on my sore behind, but it wasn't working. Being from the cursed pack of Red-water, which meant being wolfless, our healing was slow and usually took time.

"This is quite good," Razor's eyes brightened with a broad smile as he took a slice of toast, totally ignoring my uncomfortable movement. Fucking brute. "Quite tasty. Did you make this?"

Fuck it! I picked up my glass of juice from the table, nearly spilling it before I placed it back down. "Of course," my lips curved into a forced smile. I took a napkin and wiped my lips. "I'm glad you like it."

Razor brought his glass of juice to his lips. "I do, and I must say you're a fast learner. Well done, my little wife," he smiled into his cup. "It's delicious."

"Thank you." Although I didn't make it, Cross did. But I must admit, my stomach was swimming with butterflies at Razor's praise. I couldn't explain the feeling, it just felt good.

I focused my attention back on my plate before the sound of Cross's phone notification went off, causing my hand to tremble slightly on the plate. I swallowed hard, afraid to look up, not ready to see Razor's reaction. My tightened chest released a bit when he didn't say anything and just concentrated on his food.

My relief was short-lived when the notification sound went off again, sending my heart into flames. Fuck! What is this bitch's problem? Can't she take a fucking rest? People's ass was on the damn line.

"You changed your phone's notification tone?"

"What?" I breathed in surprise, my eyes widening in shock. What the actual fuck? He knows the sound of my notification tone.

My head moved upwards, but I avoided his gaze. "Uhmm... yes," I searched my head for an excuse. "Yeah, I got... uh... tired of the former one."

Oh, Cross, now we were even. I just saved his ass.

"And aren't you going to check it?"

"What?" I met his piercing green eyes, as his brow furrowed in suspicion. "Oh, that... uhm, it's my mom. She told me to call her tonight. She's probably just worried."

That was a big-ass lie because I spoke to my mom before taking my shower.

He nodded slowly, using the napkin to wipe his lips before dropping it and relaxing into the chair. "Well, you should do it. I don't want your parents to think that I'm stopping you from speaking with them."

"I'll do that."

"Well, although I loved dinner tonight," he began, "I don't eat toast at night. I expect Felicia to teach you about other dishes, especially what I love having for dinner."

Yes, Your Royal Highness.

"I'd love that as well," I flashed him my full set of teeth.

"Well, I think you deserve a reward," he leaned his hand on the table, his luscious red lips curved in a fucking panty-dropping smile.

Oh, fuck me, concentrate Isabella! He's a brute.

"How about we go out for lunch at The Diamond restaurant?" he continued. "I'm sure you'll love it."

"That'll be nice, thank you Razor."

He got up from his chair, adjusting it before meeting my gaze. "I'll be right back. Don't move from that seat, and make sure you've eaten everything on that plate before I get back," he ordered curtly.

And now I can't fucking leave my seat or remain my food? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He was damn sadistic. He wanted me to sit on my fucking sore ass.

"Yes, Razor," I nodded, not daring to tell him what was on my mind.

I followed his movement and saw him entering Cross's room.

My heart began to race with anxiety. What if he asks him about Cross's phone? I felt a burning desire to bring the phone out and delete those texts, but I couldn't dare. Razor might return any minute.

I signed, taking a piece of toast from the plate but immediately dropping it back when the unmistakable sound of a whip landing on bare skin echoed, followed by very loud and painful screaming. My body trembled instinctively.

Fuck! He was spanking Cross? My heart instantly flew out of my chest as I recalled I was on the receiving end a moment ago, and wasn't looking forward to another. Should I just show him the phone? I panicked, slipping my hand inside my pocket. But that would be fucking bad for Cross. He was already in trouble for leaving his room without Razor's permission.

Goosebumps erupted all over me when I realized that even Razor's little brother wasn't spared from his iron fist and strict rules.

Remembering that he ordered me to finish my food, I quickly picked up a piece of toast and started eating it. I didn't want to get my sore ass whacked again tonight.

With each stroke, my heart ached for Cross as he wailed and begged for mercy. Knowing Razor, he didn't show mercy and proceeded to whip him senseless until he was praying for the moon goddess to save him.

I swear everyone in the pack could hear Cross's painful screams at this point, and it left me wondering what the actual fuck Razor was doing to him. It couldn't be just spanking; this was... more, I know.

After some painful minutes, the whipping died down, but it took another minute for Cross's screaming to end. Thankfully, I was on my last piece of toast, and I had already finished my juice.

A minute later, the door opened, and Razor emerged from Cross's room and returned to the kitchen.

I planted my eyes on the table, feeling my hands tremble slightly in fear. What if Cross confessed that I was with his phone?

Through the corner of my eyes, I saw him walk up to his seat, and immediately the door opened with Felicia hurrying into the kitchen with some groceries in hand as she deposited them on the table before coming straight to the dining area to greet Razor.

"Rise, Felicia," he waved at her, his face hardened in a tight frown. "Where have you been?" he scolded her.

Felicia rose to her feet. "I'm sorry, boss," her head remained slightly bowed, "I had to restock the groceries."

"Well, get to work. Cross is hungry. Go make dinner for him." He dismissed her.

Oh, so he did care about his brother, huh? After whipping his ass into oblivion?

He focused his attention on me, causing me to shift in my seat nervously. "You're through, right?"

"Yeah, I'll just clean this up," I pointed at the table, still avoiding his gaze.

I didn't want to do the fucking dishes. I just wanted him gone so that I could maybe try to give Cross his phone or fucking switch it off before going into the room.

"Don't bother about it. Felicia will take care of that. Now come along." He stretched his arm towards me.

I sighed internally, mentally smashing a flower vase before rising, taking his hand, and letting him lead us to the room.

"I see you've already had your shower," he was saying as he shut the door behind him. "I'll go have mine. I'll be back shortly."

"Alright," I nodded, making my way to the bed to lie down.

I waited a few minutes until the sound of the shower echoed loudly in the bathroom before hurriedly bringing out the phones from inside my pocket. I had to be fucking fast before Razor comes out of the shower.

I navigated my way toward Cross's phone, hurriedly deleting his freaking sex chat history with his little girlfriend before Razor finds out and skins him alive.

My heart relaxed instantly after switching the phone off, glad that I had sorted it out. Now, I just have to find a way to give him the fucking phone back.

The sound of my ringing tone echoed suddenly, shifting my attention to my phone. My heart flew out of my chest when I saw the last two digits of the caller, fucking 89! This was not the fucking time for Ian to call. Razor was freaking here.

I turned down the call, quickly navigating to my messenger to chat with him. A bright idea suddenly flashed in my mind. Maybe I could meet up with Ian tomorrow. I quickly texted him, giving him some flimsy excuse as to why I couldn't speak on the phone before suggesting we meet tomorrow at The Diamond restaurant at noon-time.

Of course, I wasn't foolish. I made him know our meeting had to be discreet, so I suggested we meet near the female restroom. Ian was fucking worried and wanted to know why I was hiding. I told him I'll explain it all to him tomorrow and that I was alright.

I then proceeded to delete the chat history along with his number. I had to take fucking precautions. I dropped my phone on the headboard before getting off the bed.

"Where, where," My eyes roamed around the room, my heart thudding heavily in my chest, in search of the perfect place to hide Cross's phone away from Razor's eyes.

Probably the walk-in closet.

I tiptoed slowly, being careful not to make much noise as I strode towards the closet. Just then, his footsteps echoed aloud as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Fuck, fuck! I have to be fucking fast, or else," I thought to myself, panicking for a second as my anxiety got the best of me while pacing the closet in confusion.

My eyes landed on my red trench coat hanging by my right side. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly leaped towards it, flinging the phone inside the jacket pocket. "Welp!" I exclaimed as my hand flew to my forehead, wiping the damp perspiration that had formed due to nervousness.

"Isabella?" Razor's voice made me freeze.

"Oh, fuck me!" I whispered under my breath.