Razor X Bennett Novels & Stories

He twirled me around and my eyes widened when I saw Bennett, standing there in front of us. "Don L'Angelo." Xavier smiled, and let go of my hand. I blinked when my eyes caught that of Bennett. He didn't move neither did he take the man's outstretched hand. "I believe you're here for your partner." Xavier said, pulling his hand to his side. "Come here." Bennett said instead and I frowned due to the voice he had used to ask me. He was ordering me as if I was some kind of maid or slave he owned. "More politely Bennett." I said, glaring at him, to see Xavier smiling as if enjoying the show.

Bella's POV The sun was just beginning to set as I stood nervously in front of the grand entrance of the luxurious Bennett mansion. The opulent surroundings seemed alien to me, a stark contrast to the dilapidated neighborhood I grew up in. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation, unsure of what awaited me inside. As the large wooden doors swung open, I found myself face to face with Victoria Bennett, Xander's formidable mother. Her piercing gaze seemed to size me up, examining every inch of my humble attire and worn-out shoes. I squared my shoulders, determined to hold my ground.

“I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I'm Henry Bennett.” I freeze, my hand stopping halfway to my glass. Henry Bennett. The legendary founder of Zenovar. The titan who had built the empire from the ground up before stepping back from the limelight. As if he knows I don't believe him, he takes off his face cap and glasses. I haven't seen him personally, but I recognize his face instantly. “Mr. Bennett,” I quiver, recovering my composure as I shake his hand firmly. “I... I didn't realize.”

I hope being this nice doesn’t come back to bite her in the ass. “What about this f*cker? He ordered your capture and most likely planned to kill you when he captured Ryker.” Bennet is vibrating with anger, his fists are balled at his sides, focus switching from me to Kennedy. Even that movement is twitchy, like he and his wolf can’t agree where to look. His dark red hair is not helping his menacing look in the slightest. He and I will have to fight this out eventually. I will pay this price and then hopefully we can move forward, if he doesn’t kill me.

“The board needs results, not spectacle.” “This ain’t about the board, boy. It’s about you.” He jabbed a finger at me, the gesture as sharp as his words. “Gettin’ to know someone might do you some good.” “Who?” My voice was sharp, each syllable clipped as my patience began to unravel. “Who did you set me up with this time?” “Riley Bennett.” His tone was smug, as if he’d just revealed a winning hand. “Daughter of Kenneth Bennett—you know, Adams Cosmetics. The families go way back.”

Azrael sighed and pinched my cheeks lightly with a charming smile. “Listen kid, mistakes happen, but when it happens again, it’s not a mistake. Bennett is a skank, a handsome one, but a skank who didn’t deserve you, knew it and hurt you. I can’t make any promises not to hurt you because we will fight. We disagree a lot and our personalities clash.” “That is true. You just stopped smoking and you don’t know how to arrange your things.”

They must get the latest news. Conley chuckled and said, “It’s really interesting! Bennet the lad doesn’t have other abilities, but he is quite good at kicking someone when he is down. It seems like Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment can’t hold on anymore. If he gives another kick this time, this is going to speed up Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment to be destroyed.” Ryan remained silent. He silently stared at Bennet on the live broadcasting, and he felt anxious. What did he want to do?

Bennett’s fists clenched at his sides, the air between them thick with the scent of ozone and static. Harrison’s milky eyes narrowed, and he let out a dry, hacking cough before speaking with sharp irritation. “Bennett, rein in your wolf! Avery speaks a harsh truth. Do not let your pride blind you to our vulnerabilities. Antagonizing her serves no purpose.” Bennett’s pupils flared with a flash of heat. Catching Harrison’s growing disapproval, he forced a shallow, fake smile onto his face. “You are correct, High Alpha. I was being impulsive.”

Carter sends it long. Bennett takes possession like the puck belongs to him like it was handed down, inherited, untouchable. Like no one else has the right to breathe near it. I sprint to keep pace, but at the speed he’s moving, I’m not sure he even knows I exist. His focus is singular. Predatory. The net. The defense smells blood. Eyes flare wide, then sharpen. The first man lunges. Bennett slips past him. The arena falls into a stunned silence.

“So that’s it? You’re making Angela into your little arrangement? Tell me, Carter… are you trying to make her into your mother? A rich man’s toy?” I froze mid-step. Fists clenched. Slowly, I turned back. Bennett was on the ground, heavy breathing, one hand pressing his ribs. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that smug grin was still there. “How’s your mother?” he asked, grinning wide. “Sleeping with rich men must be the fast track up, huh? No wonder you made it this far.” That got under my skin. I moved before thinking, grabbing his collar. His head slammed into the iron fence post along the ranch driveway, metal clanging through the silence.