Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(26)

“Don’t do this, man,” Mason cautioned, inching slightly forward. “You’ll never get away with it.”

Any day now, I thought, waiting for a group of students to get up from their study tables and come inquire as to what was going on.

Mason was obviously stalling, but I don’t know what he was going to be able to do.

“Shut up! Don’t take another step. What you’re going to do is walk out of that door and not look back—”

Mason’s voice cracked like a whip. “Duck Carly!”

I was scared shitless, but I didn’t have to be told twice. I dropped sharply to my knees, surprising Aubrey and pulling him off balance. At the same time, Mason flung the hardback he was holding directly at Aubrey’s mug with lightning speed.

A loud crack sounded above my head and Aubrey let go of my wrist, letting out a pained cry.

“Fuck! You just broke my nose!”

Not wasting any time, Aubrey was still holding the sharp knife, and I scrambled away to safety on my hands and knees as a couple girls let out panicked cries.

I jumped to my feet and turned, just in time to see Mason rushing the stunned Aubrey. Mason collided with him with a grunt, and they went careening against a bookcase, knocking it over with a resounding crash, sending books flying everywhere.

Screams filled the room, yet I noticed several guys watching the commotion as if it was Monday Night RAW. The bastards.

Mason began laying into Aubrey, landing rapid punches to his bloodied face until the blonde dropped the knife he was holding. Aubrey tried to fight back, landing a few punches on Mason, but he was no match for the furious barrage.

At that moment, one of the librarians came running out from behind the desk with a walkie-talkie in her hand.

“Young man, stop!” she commanded the enraged Mason, gesturing at him frantically. “Get off of him!”

Mason ignored her, continuing to land blows on the guy who now had stopped fighting back, looking dazed, bloody, and confused.

“We need security!” she yelled into her transceiver, her face white with fear. “He’s going to kill this poor guy!”

“Mason stop!” I cried. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

Mason ignored me, intent on strangling the life out of the bastard.

“God damn it, Mason, listen to me!”

“We gotta go,” I repeated. “Before the cops get here.”

Slowly, Mason’s mask of anger faded away and he released Aubrey, who slumped across the pile of books, moaning and groaning.

Damn, his face looks like road kill.

“Fuck,” Mason muttered, seeming to come aware of his surroundings for the first time since he began pummeling the dude. “Let’s go.”

He jumped to his feet, grabbed my hand and began guiding me toward the exit.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The lady shouted at us. “Stop them!”

“You can’t leave until the campus police gets here,” A guy with a couple bystanders said, crossing his arms and planting his feet.

“Get the f*ck out of my way, man,” Mason growled. He looked like he was ready to tear apart whoever or whatever the f*ck stood in his way. “This has nothing to do with you.” He nodded at where Aubrey was moaning and groaning. “That guy over there threatened my girlfriend’s life. He deserved it.”

Though we were in a dire situation, warmth flowed through me. Mason had referred to me as his girlfriend. It felt good, even if it was fake.

The student looked unsure, glancing over at Aubrey, who was trying to rise unsteadily to his feet, and then at me.

“Is that true?” He asked me.

I nodded and sniffed, playing the victim. “The guy’s crazy. He had a knife — it should be lying around here somewhere. He threatened to gut me like a fish if I didn’t go with him quietly.” I let out a half sob and shook my head. “If it weren’t for my boyfriend showing up, who knows what would’ve happened.”

He stared at me for a moment, as if assessing my credibility, and then turned to mutter something to his friends. After a few glances and furtive whispers, they stepped out of our way.

Mason nodded as I sighed with relief and grabbed me by the arm and we ran for the exit.

As we reached the exit, I spared one last glance behind me. Aubrey had managed to climb unsteadily to his feet and was staring at us with hate through his bloody mask.

“You’re f*cking dead, Razor!” He yelled as we fled through the door. “You hear me? Fucking dead!”



Madeline





“I got him on camera!” Andre announced triumphantly.

My heart pounded like a battering ram, and I jumped up from the couch, knocked my laptop onto the floor and nearly broke my neck to reach Andre. “Where?”

“Here.” He pointed at his screen. “I hacked into a CCTV feed on James campus. He has a hoodie on and is trying to hide his face, but it’s him.”

I stared at the footage. In it, Razor was walking with his head down, holding some girl’s hand. “Who is that?” I demanded. I must say that it enraged me to see him with another girl, a pretty one at that. And he looked protective of her in a way that he never looked with me.

Andre shook his head. “I don’t know. But obviously it’s someone he knows.” Andre scratched at his chin thoughtfully.