Page 84 of Bleed for Me

I needed to get some fucking air.

Rising, I made my way out of the music room. The only thing on my mind was Archer, Rosalie, and blood. She had the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted, and nothing else sounded nearlyas appealing. While I did love Arch, even his blood couldn’t compare. It wasn’t like I could just hunt her down and cut her up, even if that thought did sound intriguing.

My shoes pounded against the hard floors, my steps faltering when I found myself parked outside Dr. Theodore’s torture room. Screams erupted from within, the stale stench of burnt flesh reaching my nostrils. A spike of fear shot through my system. If he knew what me and Archer did when we were alone, I had no doubt in my mind that we’d be in that room, too. The door was in a secluded part of the asylum where the lighting wasn’t the best. And frankly, I wasn’t even sure why I’d come this way. Maybe to torture myself some more.

I glanced around the secluded hallway before stumbling backwards, attempting to put as much distance between me and the room of horrors as possible.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Alina’s voice reached my ears from down the hallway, causing my entire body to go rigid with anxiety. I turned to face her, narrowing my eyes.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped, glancing over at her twin who stood a few paces behind.

A callous smirk tugged at Rachel’s lips, and I automatically knew they were up to no good. “Just strolling.” She shrugged, like I’d actually believe that. “We just saw Archer and Rosalie. They were cozying it up in the library.” I’d call bullshit if it weren’t for the look in Alina’s eyes. She looked like she was ready to burn this place to the ground.

I scoffed. “And?” They didn’t need to know how much that knowledge affected me. They’d spin it to their advantage if they knew they could.

Alina took a step toward me, not seeming the least bit phased by the noises of terror coming from the door a few feet away. “We know you don’t like Rosalie,” she explained, going in for the metaphorical kill. “You glare at her all the time.”

“What do you want?”

The twins exchanged looks, something sinister passing between them. Making a deal with them was nothing short of making a deal with Satan himself. But if it had something to do with Rosalie…

Color me intrigued.

Alina stepped forward, pressing a hand against my chest. She craned her neck, her dark eyes searching mine for a moment. When she brushed her lips against mine, I didn’t stop her. The twins were pretty enough but were never really my type. I don’t think I was theirs either. Alina had a thing for Archer and Rachel was interested in Jordan. Still, I kissed her back. My lips parted for her, allowing her the access she needed to swipe her tongue through the opening.

I was just glad that my back was to the door. I didn’t trust these bitches in the slightest. They were the type to distract me while the other drove a knife through my spine.

Alina pulled away, biting down on her plump lower lip. She hummed in approval, clearly satisfied with the kiss she stole. “You help me get rid of Rosalie,” she murmured. “And I’ll make it worth your while.”

I thought about that for a moment. Rosalie had been nothing but a problem since her arrival. She had Archer wrapped around her little finger. She’d now had his cock inside her—and mine…twice.

“Why do you need my help?” I challenged. “Isn’t this something you can do yourselves?”

Alina rolled her eyes and took a step backwards to put more space between us. “Because Jordan is acting like a bodyguard to her. We’ve already tried.”

The cut on her face…

My throat bobbed, a lump forming within the narrow passageway. “Why?” I gritted out, confusion twisting myfeatures. Jordan didn’t meddle in any of the bullshit that went on here. Why did he have a conscience all of a sudden?

She shrugged. “Who knows. But that’s why we need your help.”

“And if I help you…you’ll let me fuck you?Bothof you?” I raised my eyebrows, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.

“We’ll let you do whatever you want to us,” she agreed in a sultry tone.

I huffed a laugh. “You two sure do think highly of yourselves. What makes you think I even want to fuck you?”

I’ve never had any interest in the narc twins. While crazy was a good look on some girls, there was such a thing as too much. I’d like to keep my balls, flesh, and dick intact. Alina scowled at me, clearly not used to guys not falling at her feet, apparently.

“Then what do you want?” she challenged.

“As of right now? Nothing. Let’s just say…you’ll owe me one. Deal?”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, and she glanced over at her sister who was nodding in encouragement. “Fine.” She sighed, returning her gaze to mine. “I’ll fill you in on Monday.”

“Good. Now, if we’re done here, I have places to be.” Like far the hell away from this torture room.

I stepped past the twins and started down the hallway in the opposite direction. To my relief, neither one of them tried to stop me. It wasn’t much of a secret that they didn’t like Rosalie. Alina was as obsessed with Archer as he was with Rosalie. Of course she’d want the competition gone. And because I was a selfish bastard, I was contemplating it. My hands tore through my platinum hair, their words resounding within my skull. Apparently, Rosalie and Archer were in the library together. They could have been saying that to get under my skin, and apart of me didn’t even want to know. But if they really werein there, doing who knows what, it would solidify my decision.

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