**Razor**
"Where the fuck is Damon?" I demanded as soon as I stepped inside the club. He had warned me to come alone if I wanted Isabella alive and intact.
One of his men took a weary step back, motioning towards the hallway. "He's over there. I'll take you," he said, clearly intimidated by my presence. I followed him, ignoring the countless men stationed around us. All I wanted was Damon, and nothing would stop me from killing him today.
We entered a room that looked like an office. Damon was sitting comfortably in a chair, holding a cigarette in his hand. "Welcome, Razor. It's very good to see you," he greeted with a smirk.
"Where is my wife?" I glared at him, cutting straight to the chase. "Where's Isabella?"
Damon leaned back in his chair, blowing out a puff of smoke. "Relax, Razor. All I need from you is your cooperation, and then you can get your wife."
