Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(47)

I almost laughed. He didn’t know who Razor was? But then I remembered, Brian had little contact with his son over the last few years.

“I’m sorry, sir, Razor is Mason’s hacker name.”

Brian grunted. “Sounds stupid as hell to me.”

I chuckled. “That it does.”

Brian remained unamused. “As I said before, how do you know my son?”

“We were a part of a hacker group called Anonymous,” Andre answered before I could part my lips. I shot him a venomous glare for talking in my place, but the oaf was too dumb to know when to shut up. “Mason was one of the best hackers we’d ever seen. That’s why we call him Razor, because his focus and concentration is so sharp it can cut you.”

Oh my God, I thought at Andre, go lick his ass why don’t you?

Begrudgingly, I knew Andre’s words were true, but I hated Razor so much that I refused to give him credit for his talents.

Brian was unimpressed by Andre’s praise for his son. “So you mean to tell me that you people are the reason for my son turning into some wannabe rebel?” he snarled.

“No,” I said quickly to stave off his anger. Judging by how quick he seemed to nearly fly off the handle, I could tell that Brian had an anger problem like me, though I doubted he was on my level. “Anonymous has been around for a long time, long before we joined. It’s likely that Razor, er, Mason, just agreed with Anonymous’ principles and wanted to join.”

Brian let out a noncommittal grunt. “I see.” He waved a hand at me. “Now tell me about this information you claim to have.”

I licked my lips. “We believe that your son is staying with a woman who is helping harbor—”

“I already know,” Brian said, surprising me. “The woman who is helping him is my stepdaughter.”

“Oh.”

Didn’t look like they were just siblings to me on that footage, I thought, seething with jealousy at the memory of the two holding hands.

“Do you know where your stepdaughter lives?” I asked.

Brian shook his head. “No, I don’t. And unfortunately, I don’t think she’s with him anymore,” Brian continued. “So that information you wanted to sell me? It’s absolutely worthless.”

He had me there. Now I had nothing to leverage a big payday out of him with. It was shame too, because I knew the man was wealthy. I was hoping we’d get information and a payday. “Come on Andre,” I said, turning to leave. “Looks like we wasted our time. Good day, Mr. Keller.” Not giving the man the satisfaction of seeing me upset, I turned to leave.

I made it two steps before Brian commanded, “Wait.”

I slowly turned back to regard him with a raised eyebrow.

“You came here looking for a payday, and perhaps more information pertaining to my wayward son. I don’t have that unfortunately, but perhaps we can work together toward a common goal.”

Now he was talking.

“You obviously want something from Mason, no? Well, I do too. You two find him and I’ll pay you a handsome reward for your efforts.”

I glanced over at Andre and he had a goofy grin on his face. God, he looked stupid. But I couldn’t be bothered with getting annoyed at him.

For once, I was happy. We were going to track down Razor, something we’d been doing anyway, and get paid big money to do it.

“We’ll be honored to help you sir,” I said with my most charming smile.

We quickly hammered out the details of the deal and Brian gave us all the information he knew about Mason and his stepdaughter Carly and then we left his office.

“Well shit,” Andre said as we got into an elevator to go down to the bottom floor. “How the hell are we going to find Razor when we haven’t found him all this time?”

“We don’t have to find him,” I said darkly, my mind formulating a blueprint of a plan.

“Huh?” Andre asked stupidly.

Normally, I would have yelled at him already, but I didn’t even have the urge to say something nasty. I was so proud of myself.

“Because,” I said, “he’s going to come to us.”





Chapter 18





Carly




“It’s a fake,” Brian said over the phone about the footage I’d sent him. “This is not even real.”

“What?” I asked breathlessly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Surely he could see that it was Mayor Bradley in the video. How could he not? “Are you serious?”

“I am,” Brian replied calmly. “This video is just a hoax, a setup by Bradley’s political opponents to see him out of office and Mason was foolish enough to let himself be used as a pawn.”

“I’m sorry, Carly,” Brian continued, “but you’ve really got to stop doing this. You are grasping at straws in your effort to protect your brother.”

“What the f*ck are you talking about?” I half-shouted. I think this was the first time I’d ever been angry enough to swear at Brian. “I know you can see that the man’s face in that video is the God damn mayor!”

“Calm yourself, Carly,” Brian said with unnerving calm. I was shocked. After what I just said, he should’ve been yelling at the top his lungs. “This is very much unlike you. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear at me.”