Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(27)

I seethed with jealousy at the image. Who was this chick that Razor would trust his freedom with and why her of all people?

A beep came from inside Andre’s pocket.

“Someone’s calling me, someone from Anonymous I think.”

“Well answer it!” I snapped.

“Chill, Maddy. Chill.” Andre reached into his pocket and took his cell out.

“Hello?

You what?

Damn, okay.”

Andre’s forehead crinkled into a frown.

“Who is it?” I hissed. It annoyed me to listen to a one-sided conversation.

“It’s Aubrey,” Andre whispered.

“Razor broke your nose?

Jesus.

Who is the girl he’s with?

I see.

Do you know where he’s headed?

Ok. We’ll keep in touch.”

I placed my hands on my hips and scowled. “What was that all about?”





Aubrey said he caught Razor on James campus and they got into a fight. Razor broke his nose and ran off with that chick before he could stop them.

“Did he say who that girl was, at least?”

Andre shook his head. “He said he wasn’t sure. One thing he was certain of was that Razor seemed to care about her.”

Red blurred my vision. He loved another. I couldn’t take it. He had to die. If I couldn’t have him, no one would.

“I want you to find out who she is and everything about her,” I growled. “Now.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” Andre asked. “And why does it matter anyway? We’re after Razor, not her.”

I gritted my teeth to keep from erupting. “Because she’s helping him, that’s why. And since he obviously cares about her, she might be the key to catching him.”

“Hmm you might be right,” Andre said thoughtfully.

I scowled. “Ya think?”

Fucking moron.

Andre smartly ignored my sarcasm and turned to his computer. “I’ll run her image through the DMV database to see what her—”

I placed a hand on his shoulder, interrupting him. I suddenly had an idea, a plan that would finally bring Razor to me.

“Stop.”

“Huh?”

I grinned, giddy with excitement. If my plan worked, Razor would be all mine. “Get Brian Keller on the line. Tell him I have information concerning his son.”





Chapter 10





Carly




“What the f*ck was that!” I demanded as we sped down the highway. Luckily, we’d escaped the library and evaded the campus police. Now we had to hope that we’d make it back to the cabin without being pulled over. Meanwhile, I was shaking all over, still in shock at how close I’d come to being dead. “You almost killed that guy!”

Mason glanced over at me as he switched lanes. “I told you not to talk to anyone.”

Anger clenched my stomach. So he thought all of that was my fault?

“You could have killed him, Mason,” I repeated. “Murder.”

As if you needed anymore trouble.

Mason set his jaw. “He wouldn’t have thought twice about killing you.”

I shook my head, shuddering at how close I came to being taken by someone who at first seemed so innocent. I still wasn’t sure if he would’ve truly harmed me, but I’m glad I didn’t get to find out. “That doesn’t make it right.” I sighed. “And I didn’t mean to talk to the guy. He came up to me and started chatting. I just thought it would be rude to just ignore him. He looked harmless, like your average student.”

“I told you, Carly, Anonymous has eyes everywhere, especially where anti-government sentiment is popular.”

“I’m sorry,” I said simply.

“Don’t be.” Mason’s voice softened. “You just don’t understand who you’re dealing with, that’s all. And it’s mostly my fault for pulling you into this mess.”

“I told you once and I’ll tell you again, you’re doing the right thing—”

“I lost control. When he threatened your life, I blacked out. I was filled with rage.”

I felt cold all over. Mason just admitted he came close to murdering someone . . . for me. As sick as it was, I almost felt special. Almost.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and it caused me to panic.” Mason’s voice was thick with emotion and I was taken off guard by his intensity.

Wow, maybe he really does care about me, after all.

After Mason had walked out on us, I’d convinced myself that he didn’t care about anyone but himself. But now hearing the anguish in his voice, I was beginning to change my mind.

“I’m just glad you came along when you did,” I said softly.

“I am too. Had I been a minute longer, he’d have probably gotten you through that door. Then who knows what would’ve happened.”

A cold chill went down my spine and the hum of the motor and the buzz of passing cars filled the silence for the next several moments.

“Were you friends with that guy or something?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. “He knew your hacker name and everything.”