"How the fuck would you know that, Razor, if you were in your room..."
The fucker shrugs, and I see red. I move towards him, and Axel steps between us.
He lowers his voice for only me to hear. "Wait till Angel gets back, Clutch. You go at him now, and it's like lighting the fuse to a powder keg."
I understand what he is saying, but something isn't right.
I look back at the prospect, asking, "What the fuck happened?"
"I..." The prospect, I think his name is Connor, sputters. His eyes flick toward Razor, then back to me. "I... I was upstairs in one of the spare rooms, and she came out with two bags packed... She. She said she was leaving. I tried to get her to go back to her room."
My chest tightens.
"And?"
He swallows.
"They told me to take the club girls back to their room."
The words feel wrong the second they come out, like maybe I heard them wrong.
"Who told you that?"
His throat bobs, he looks terrified but he says, "Razor."
The room shifts slightly, I feel it. Angel's orders echo in my head.Razor stays in his room.
My eyes move slowly back to Razor, and I move on him, Axel matching my steps.
"What the fuck were you doing out here? What happened to your fucking face?"
Razor runs his thumb over his lip with a sadistic grin on his face, and I lose it. Axel tries to stop me, but anyone between me and that fucker is my enemy right now. Axel falls back, shouting my name. But I don't care. Let it all fucking burn.
I grab Razor by the shirt and throw him across the room, landing on the broken table. A whoosh of air leaves him, and the room explodes in shouts and screams. Someone grabs my arm, but I am not stopping this time.
I move towards Razor, growling, “Get the fuck up.”
Razor doesn't move, but his smile widens as he says, “She isn’t yours anymore, brother… You are a little too late!”
I am on top of him before I register that I moved, slamming his body into the broken wood. There’s commotion around me,noise. Iknow people are yelling. But with every punch I land, all I hear is the crack of his hand connecting with her face.
I feel hands on me, and I am yanked back. I fall back on to a few brother’s, and as I am scrambling up Four moves between me
“What did you do to my wife?” I roar.
Before he can answer… The front door slams open, and every head in the room turns. Angel walks in, with Ledger behind him, and Cypher already moving toward the bar.
Angel stops just inside the doorway. His eyes sweep the room once, taking in the wreckage. Then they land on Four holding me back and Razor laying in a heap of broken table.
"What the hell is going on?"
My patience finally snaps.
"What the fuck happened to my wife?" The words explode out of me.
Angel's eyes narrow.
"Start talking."