Alpha Razor King-Chapter 51: Ian On The Run.

**Isabella**

My mom had just left a few minutes ago after dad came into my room to remind her to take her drugs. I also got to know Razor left about thirty minutes ago to see a friend. He never said anything about seeing any friend but then again, Razor barely tells me anything.

I decided to take a little nap on the bed since I was a bit tired from my training yesterday. Ten minutes into my nap, it was as if I heard a whisper or something. I ignored it, still keeping my eyes shut until it sounded again.

"Isa!" The voice called in a low tone, probably didn’t want to shout.

Instantly, I sat up on my bed and looked at the window, visibly gasping when I sighted the shadow of a man. I got out of bed and strode to the window, opening it.

"Ian!" I gasped, surprised. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

He climbed into my room, breathing rapidly as he slouched on the couch. "Your husband is fucking after my life."

He looked disheveled, with a rumpled shirt, torn trousers, and messy hair. A black stud earring adorned his left ear, but it seemed like he had lost the one in his right ear.

"I know that. And you shouldn’t have come here, he might be back soon."

"Then come with me," he leaned forward and grabbed my hand. "We can escape and go far away."

"Not like this Ian, come on. You’re barely safe at the moment. You don’t know my husband; he’ll not only kill you but torture you if he finds you."

He stood up, placing his hands over my face. "I know, but I can keep us safe. I know someone who can help us."

I shook my head, my mind racing. "I want to believe you, but I can’t just leave my family. My mom is sick, and—"

Ian interrupted, frustration evident in his voice. "This was a perfect opportunity."

"What about the blue document? I thought that was supposed to help me."

Ian’s expression darkened. "That wasn’t the fucking real one! We were fucking tricked by that bastard."

Fucking Razor!

I sighed, feeling defeated. "Then we’ll have to find another way."

Ian’s gaze softened, and he reached out to me again. "Isa, I need to know. You’re not hesitating because you changed your mind, right?"

I recoiled, feeling a surge of anger. "Of course not! And what about you, who the fuck was that girl with you at the restaurant?"

His eyes widened in surprise, probably didn’t know I saw them.. "You saw us?"

"Yes! And Razor did too."

"She’s a friend that’s helping out, nothing more." He protested.

"Yeah right. You both looked cozy."

He laughed. "Are you jealous?"

"What the fuck!" I snorted, rolling my eyes. "You have to go now. Razor might come back any moment from now."

"Wait!" He placed a hand in front. "I think you’re right. I hear cars approaching. I can smell them!"

"Since when did you develop these powers?"

"I can’t explain now; I’ve got to go." He nodded at me before running to the window. "We’ll figure another way to help you, Isa." With that, he jumped out of the window.

My body began to shake with panic as Razor’s car pulled up outside. If he came in and sensed Ian’s presence, everything would unravel. I hurriedly reached for my handbag, grabbed a perfume, and sprayed it around the room. I doused my jacket with the scent and sprayed myself before deciding it was best to leave the room entirely.

Rushing downstairs, I barely made it before Razor entered the living room. His piercing green eyes locked onto mine, and I swallowed hard, trying to appear composed.

"Are you alright?" Razor’s voice was steady, but his gaze was searching.

"Yes, I’m fine," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Without a word, Razor brushed past me and headed upstairs towards my room. I followed, my heart racing. When we entered the room, Razor stood in the center, scanning the area.

"Did anyone come in here?" His tone was direct, his gaze fixed on the open window.

"No, there was nobody here," I lied, my heart pounding in my chest.

Razor glanced outside the window, then turned back to me. "Why is the window open?"

"I was feeling a little bit hot," I lied again, hoping he wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

Razor nodded, then sniffed the air. "Why did you spray perfume, Isabella?"

"I wanted to smell fresh... I swear, nothing much," I whispered, avoiding his gaze.

"Really?" Razor’s expression turned skeptical. "It feels like your perfume is covering another scent... I can’t quite place my hands on it."

A knock at the door interrupted the tense moment, and I felt a wave of relief.

"Boss, it’s me, Chris," Chris called from outside.

"Come in," Razor replied.

Chris entered, looking breathless. "Boss, our men confirmed he was here. But he already left, and they couldn’t track him anymore."

"Fuck!" Razor cursed under his breath, frustration evident in his voice. "Are you fucking sure nobody was here, Isabella?" Razor’s voice was harsh, his eyes ruthlessly scanning me.

I almost faltered under his cold gaze, feeling like I was about to pee myself. "No one was here," I managed to tell him.

He nodded, his expression unreadable, before turning to Chris. "Tell the men to keep an eye on the bastard. I’m sure he’ll slip up again."

"Let’s go," he motioned at me as he began walking away, but he suddenly paused, turning back.

I watched with my heart in my mouth as he went towards the window and picked up a black stud.

Turning to me, he raised it up. "Who the fuck does this belong to, Isabella?"

Fuck! I instinctively stepped back, my legs shaking violently. Ian probably dropped the earring by mistake when he climbed through my window. I’m so dead.

Maybe today is the day I’ll finally die at Razor’s hands.