I gesture around the room. "Look at this place. This was like this when we got back."
Broken chairs, scratched floors... Blood.
"Something happened here, someone broke his nose before I got to him."
My gaze swings back to the prospect.
"Tell me what I want to know."
The kid looks like he might throw up, and something is definitely wrong.
"She said she was leaving. J...Just like Razor said."
My chest tightens.
"She said she wasn't your ol' lady anymore."
My jaw locks, and I try to take a deep breath through my nose.
"And then?"
"I tried to stop her." His voice shakes now. "But Razor told me to take the club girls back to their room."
Angel's head snaps toward Razor.
"What the fuck were you doing out here?" His tone is deadly. "And why were the club girls out?"
Razor spreads his hands, saying, "I was worked up.... Stressed about Mara."
His eyes flick toward me.
"And about everything we learned about Bex."
I lunge but Four doesn’t budge, the man is a mountain.
Four straightens slowly. "Shut the fuck up, Razor."
Four's voice carries weight even now. "You ignored a direct order."
His eyes shift back to the prospect.
"Then what happened?"
The kid looks sick.
"L...like I said. I tried to get Bex to go upstairs." He swallows hard. "But they said to take the girls back."
He takes a step back.
"And I... They..." His voice cracks."I left."
Silence settles heavily across the room.
One of the ol' ladies speaks up from the group huddled near Four and Dani. "We heard yelling."
Another nods, adding, "Stuff breaking."
"But we stayed in our rooms." Another cries.