Page 36 of Bleed for Me

As anticipated, Seven reached out, wrapping his hand around Archer’s throat and tugged him forward so that they were face to face. “Fuck you,” he growled in a low tone. His eyes flashed with fury, but there was also a shift in the air filled with sexual tension.

I released a sigh. “Guys. Cool it. We don’t even know what Archer was about to say.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit curious. After the stunt she pulled, knowing everything about her would be in my best interest.

Seven released him, shoving him back as he did which made him fall back into me. “I don’t really give a shit what he has to say if it’s abouther,” he snapped. My eyes met his and I gave him a slight shake of my head. Archer couldn’t help it. It was part of what made him who he was. It was why he was here in the first place. We didn’t judge Seven for his bloodlust, so why would it be okay for us to do it to Archer?

As if sensing where my train of thought had gone, Seven relented, slouching into the sofa with defeat. “Fine,” he muttered, turning his attention to Archer. “Continue.”

Archer ran his hand down the back of his neck, shifting nervously between us. “I don’t know if I want to tell you now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, you do. Seven will be on his best behavior, right?” My eyes darted to his and I shot him a pointed look. He released a sigh but reluctantly nodded.

“Fine. I’ll tell you, but can we switch spots just in case Seven snaps?” He inquired, meeting my gaze.

I huffed a laugh. Archer could take him if he wanted to, but I knew he didn’t want it to come to that. I rose, giving him the opportunity to scoot over. When he did, I slid into the spot between them and glanced over at him expectantly.

“Now,” he began. “What I was going to say before I was rudely and pointlessly interrupted…” He shot Seven a pointed look with a hint of playfulness added to it. “Was that Rosalie is avirgin.” He emphasized.

My heart rate increased at that information. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever been with a virgin before. The mere thought of it had my blood heating within my veins. I’d take her by force without easing her into it, reveling in the way she screamed and clawed at my shoulders and back. She would hurt so fucking good, cry so fucking pretty, beg for a mercy that wouldn’t be granted, and bleed so beautifully.

Seven’s hesitant tone snapped me out of the fantasy my wicked mind had conjured up. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his eyebrows drawn together as if he himself were conjuring up his own ideas.

Archer nodded. “She’d gain nothing by telling me that. She actually seems scared of me.” He snorted as if that thought was ridiculous when in reality, Rosalie had every right to fear him—to fear any of us.

“Her boyfriend hasn’t fucked her?” he inquired skeptically.

Archer laughed. “Apparently not. Stupid motherfucker.”

I nodded in agreement. Who wouldn’t have sex with their girlfriend? Was that his decision, hers, or was it mutual? Now, I was intrigued.

A thoughtful expression crossed Seven’s face and his lips slowly curled into a malicious smile like he’d just been hit with an idea. “I want her blood,” he decided.

I threw my head back against the sofa and groaned. Asshole. I’d give it to him, only because then, he’d probably shut up about hating her so much. I didn’t expect him to magically be okay with her after having her so intimately, but it was a start.

Archer scoffed. “What happened to you wanting nothing to do with her?” he challenged. “You think she’s just going to let you fuck her? You’ve never even spoken to her.” He kept rambling, his tone getting higher and higher in pitch.

“She doesn’t have toletme do anything.” Seven shrugged. “I’ll fucking take it.” He turned to Archer who was still trying to process what he’d just said. “Think about it this way,” he continued. “If I steal her virginity, you can play the white knight and come to her rescue. I don’t give a fuck. I just want her blood.”

“He has a good point,” I chimed in. “She’ll be emotionally vulnerable. It works in your favor.”

What are you doing?

You’re supposed to fuck her.

Imagine what that virgin cunt would feel like.

I swallowed thickly, trying my best to ignore the voices that were growing louder and louder by the second.

“Fine,” Archer agreed. “We have a deal.”

ELEVEN

ROSALIE

Concern gripped my features as I entered the visitation room and didn’t spot my mom anywhere. Alex was seated at a table all alone with a bag and two drinks positioned in front of him. His face lit up when he met my gaze. Hesitantly, I moved toward him and dropped down into the seat adjacent to him.

“Where’s Mom?” I asked, glancing around the room like she’d pop up somewhere. The last time I saw her, she promised to bring me more clothes this week. Maybe that’s why she wasn’t in here yet. She could be dropping them off now.

Alex shifted uncomfortably, reaching into the brown paper bag instead of answering. He pulled out a burger, placing it in front of me, followed by a box of fries. I stared at the food with uncertainty. It wasn’t that I wasn’t hungry, it just felt like anI’m sorrygift. Fear spiraled through me as I clung onto that thought. Was he breaking up with me? Was that why he came alone? My head whirled with all the different possibilities. Next came the drink. I couldn’t tell what it was since the cup was white with the diner’s logo printed on it.

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