Warning: This chapter contains violence and torture.
**Razor**
I arrived at one of Damon's hideouts, where my men found out they were hiding after they had attacked my wife. I knew Damon was fucked up, but how dare he attack my wife? I was determined to teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget.
Chris walked out from the club, surveying the area. "They're in there, boss."
I nodded slowly, glancing at my paws. "How many?"
Chris' lips twisted in a cruel smile. "Fifty-five of them."
I made a signal, and my men and I burst into the club ready. The loud bass of music reverberated through the air as we entered. The thick scent of cocaine assaulted my nostrils as my eyes scanned the room. The bastards were huddled in a corner, indulging in alcohol and getting stoned.
