Alpha Razor King-Chapter 50: Ian’s Friend.

**Razor**

I promised to visit Nathan Ferris and his wife with Isabella, so I decided to keep my promise today. Despite being busy dealing with many issues lately, I made time, especially since they were my in-laws.

We alighted from the car and moved inside the house, where Nathan and his wife greeted us warmly. Isabella’s mom had grown a bit thinner since I last saw her, and she seemed to have aged a little.

"It’s so nice that you’ve decided to visit us, Alpha Razor. We know you’re always busy."

"Thank you. I wanted to pay you a visit at least, and Isabella missed you both so much."

"Thank you so much for bringing her to me, Alpha Razor. I truly missed her." Mrs. Ferris hugged her daughter passionately. She must have truly missed her so much.

"We’ll leave you both to talk." She stood, motioning for Isabella to get up.

My little wife looked at me, silently asking my permission to go along. I nodded my head curtly, and she quickly stood and followed her mom.

"She’s grown so much... I have you to thank, Alpha Razor," Nathan noted, smiling fondly at his daughter’s retreating form.

"She has been a great and lovely wife. She may be quite stubborn, but it’s nothing I can’t quite handle."

"And I’m glad she’s married to you." He leaned forward, his brows furrowed slightly. "All I want is for her to lead a good life and not end up with bad friends and all that. Please promise me, Alpha Razor, that you’ll take care of her and not give up on her."

"You don’t have to worry. I’ll never give up on my wife."

I wasn’t bluffing. I’ll never, ever let go of Isabella.

I relaxed my back on the couch."So Nathan, has anything strange been happening in the pack lately?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

Nathan looked at me, his expression serious. "Actually, yes. There have been some... unusual occurrences."

"Like what?" I pressed, intrigued.

"Damon Rollins has been offering some kind of deal to the younger pack members," Nathan explained. "He’s been promising them power and protection if they join the Dead Man Mafia."

My blood boiled at the mention of the Dead Man Mafia. Damon was a fucking cunnning man, he’s trying to destroy the Red-water Pack from within.

"How many have joined?" I asked, already dreading the answer.

"A few so far," Nathan replied. "But the numbers are growing. We’ve tried to intervene, but Damon is persuasive. And now, some of the younger pack members are willingly joining him."

I clenched my fists, trying to contain my anger. Damon was fucking with me, and I needed to put a stop to it before things got out of hand.

"I’ll deal with Damon," I said firmly. "But in the meantime, keep an eye on the pack. He might be planning something dangerous against the pack."

Nathan nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "We won’t let him tear our pack apart, Alpha Razor. I’ll make sure of that.."

I can’t afford to lose Nathan and his wife; it would break Isabella, I’m sure. I have a feeling Damon might try to harm this family, but I swear I’ll never allow it.

I stood up, adjusting my suit. "I’ll be back in an hour or so to take Isabella. I want to go visit a friend nearby."

Nathan nodded. "Take your time then, Alpha Razor."

I made my way outside and stood beside the car. "So our informant said the young man, what’s his fucking name again?" I asked Chris, who was beside me.

"Ian, sir... his name is Ian."

"Then let’s go pay Ian a visit."

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We drove to the location provided by our informant, a rundown apartment complex on the outskirts of Red-water Pack. As we approached Ian’s building, I could feel the anger building inside me. I was about to confront the bastard who had tried to harm me and kidnap my wife.

We parked the car and made our way to Ian’s apartment. I knocked on the door, and after a moment, it opened a crack. A man peeked out, his eyes widening in fear when he saw me.

"Who are you?" the man asked, clearly confused and intimidated by my presence.

"I’m Alpha Razor, and I’m looking for Ian. Where is he?" I demanded, my voice sharp.

"Alpha Razor... what are you doing here?" he stammered, terrified, stepping back slightly.

Of course, he’s fucking heard of my name. They all have.

"I’m here to have a little chat," I said, pushing the door open and stepping inside with Chris following close behind me.

The man, probably sixty-something, backed away, fear evident in his eyes. "I-I didn’t do anything to you."

"Where is Ian now?" I demanded, stepping closer to the man, who cowered against the wall. "Is he your son?"

The man hesitated, clearly unsure of how to respond. "Ian... he’s my son. But I don’t know where he is right now."

"What do you mean you don’t know where he is?" I growled, taking a step closer to the man.

"We had an argument, and he left. I haven’t seen him since yesterday," the man explained, fear creeping into his voice.

I could feel my anger rising. Ian was a key piece in the puzzle I was trying to solve, and now he was missing. I needed to find him, and fast.

"Tell me everything you know about Ian’s whereabouts," I demanded.

The man swallowed nervously. "I... I don’t know much. He mentioned something about going to see a friend, but he didn’t say who or where."

I grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off the ground slightly. "You’re going to help me find him," I growled, my eyes locking with his terrified gaze. "And if you try to betray me, I’ll make sure you fucking regret it."

The man nodded frantically. "I’ll help you... I swear... just please don’t hurt me."

I turned to Chris. "Did you find anything?"

"No sir. He’s nowhere to be found."

"We need to find out who Ian’s friend is and where they might be. He can’t have gone far. Give us your son’s cell phone number."

The man cooperated quickly and gave the number to Chris.

"Tell our men to track the number."

"Yes sir." Chris nodded, pulling out his phone to start making calls. After some minutes, he got off the call and whispered in my ear. "Boss, they’ve managed to track him... you won’t believe where he is headed."

"Where?" I asked impatiently.

"Luna’s home."