Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(25)

He glanced over at the computer room. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

So this handsome fella is cruising the women’s health section to look for girls. Really?

“No.”

He took a step closer. “Would you like to go out sometime?”

I shook my head, suddenly uneasy. He was starting to creep me out and was giving me that ‘weirdo’ vibe. “Sorry, I’d love to, but I really have to go, or else I’m going to be late.”

I turned away quickly, intent on making my way to the computer lab when Aubrey roughly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me against him.

“You’re not going anywhere, lying bitch,” he whispered menacingly into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “Did you honestly think that I believed you went to school here?” Still holding me tightly, he grabbed me by my ponytail and jerked sharply, causing a stabbing pain in my skull.

Is this really happening?

I opened my mouth to scream for help but stopped when I felt cold metal press against my back. For a moment, I thought it was a gun, but then I realized that it was a knife.

I couldn’t make sense of it. Surely Aubrey wasn’t so bold and brazen as to try something like this in a library with so many witnesses.

Not unless he’s bat-shit crazy, I thought.

“You try to scream and I’ll gut you like a fish,” he growled, setting my heart to pounding against my chest like a sledgehammer.

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to remain calm. He wouldn’t dare kill me inside of the library with all these people. All I needed to do was stay calm, composed, and use my brain to get out of the situation.

“Shut up,” he hissed. “And come with me.”

He pulled me out of the women’s health section and out into the study area. We slowly started moving toward the exit, with him pressed closely against my side, making it look like we were a couple. He kept the blade pressed against my hip where no one could see it.

Jesus, will any of these people notice me?

I looked around the room, hoping someone would see the terror in my eyes. Nope. Not a single person looked up.

As we passed the computer room, my eyes darted to the side and I tensed. If I could just somehow alert Mason, maybe yell something out, I could probably try and make a run for it.

All I have to do is make a noise and people will notice. He wouldn’t really stab me then would he? Everyone would see and know he did it.

It was a gamble that I wasn’t sure that I was willing to take. The guy was obviously not in his right mind.

“Don’t even think about it,” Aubrey warned with a dark whisper, as if sensing my inner turmoil. “I won’t hesitate to stab you, even in front of all these people. And trust me, I’ll make sure to sever an artery when I do. You’ll bleed out before the paramedics get here.”

Bastard.

“And you know what?” he continued, his voice picking up intensity as if this was something he’d fantasized about for a long time. “I’ll get away with it too. Tell them that you were suicidal, that you were crazy.”

“No you won’t,” I whispered firmly. “But it doesn’t have to be this way. No one needs to get hurt. If you let me go now, I won’t tell anyone.”

Aubrey laughed in my ear. “That doesn’t even work in the movies. You have no idea of the power Anonymous wields. We have dirt on almost everybody. I’d be out on bail tomorrow morning.”

The f*cker sounded so sure of himself that I almost believed it. I wanted so badly to yell out just to spite the *, but I now believed Aubrey was dead serious. He would stab me if I tried to scream for help.

Damn it. I should have listened to Mason. Although he found me, so I doubt it would’ve mattered if I spoke to him or not.

“Now shut the f*ck up and keep moving,” Aubrey growled when he saw that I didn’t have a response. “I want to be gone before Razor finishes.”

We continued to trudge our way to the exit and I began shaking violently as I realized the reality of ending up dead in a ditch was becoming very real when a deep voice growled, “Let her go.”

Slowly, Aubrey turned us around and relief flowed through my breasts at the sight of Mason standing there, holding a small hardback book in his hand as if he had a weapon, his chiseled visage an angry mask.

Aubrey grinned. “Razor. It’s good to see you again, my friend.”

“Hey f*ck face,” Mason said, obviously not in the mood for pleasantries. “Let her go. Now.”

“Sure thing,” Aubrey replied smoothly, “once you hand over that flash drive.”

By this time, a few students were glancing over our way. Of course, they were looking now that Mason had shown up to rescue me and not before. They didn’t look particularly alarmed, as if it were a regular occurrence.

Mason glanced at Aubrey’s hand that held the knife against my side. “Let her go and I’ll give you the thumb drive.”

“Try anything and its going right in her gut.”

I sighed with relief. I wasn’t going to die, after all.

Aubrey’s gripped relaxed and I prepared to spring away, but then he retightened it, making me wince with pain. “You think I’m stupid?” he hissed at Mason. “We know all about your little plans to distribute the video. If you’re willing to give up the flash drive, it’s because you no longer need it and have completed your goal.” Aubrey shook his head. “Tsk, tsk, Razor. You should’ve known better than to try to cross Anonymous. Now there will be consequences.” Aubrey’s cold gaze settled on me and my heart started pounding faster. It sounded like he’d just given me a death sentence.