**Isabella**
Some men came outside to take us in finally. I was overjoyed and truly hoped Razor was present. I wanted him to be there.
Chris, Cross, and I entered the large living room where a man with a mean face, in his seventies, was sitting down. Across from him, I was elated to see Razor on the couch, with his legs crossed. He didn't give a reaction, managing to keep a straight face immediately when our eyes met. It was as if we hadn't fucked last night.
"So, you're the people who have been asking for me. Pray tell, what do you want?"
Oh wow, he's not even going to offer us a fucking seat. Some lame-ass father-in-law.
"Yes, sir," I forced out a smile. "We have something to say that will be of great interest to you."
"And who are you people?"
Here we go.
"I'm Isabella King, the wife of Razor King." I pointed at Cross and Chris. "This is Cross, my husband's little brother, and Chris, his right-hand man."
