We are not sleeping together
“What is going on?” Thalia asked as she yanked her hand from Blaze's grip.
“You look as though you are about to múrder someone.”
“That is because I am about to múrder you!” Blaze raved.
He gritted his teeth and glared. “Why the fúck did you do that? I trusted you, of all the people I know, to keep her safe!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You freaking know what I am talking about. Don't joke with me!”
Thalia creased her brows and folded her arms in front of her. “I'm confused. You pulled me out here to start yelling without giving me a proper explanation of what is going on.”
“You know it is about Arabella. Why did you trick her out? Why are you hell-bent on destroying her life? She did nothing to you!”
“But you'd prefer her destroying yours?” Thalia sneered, shoving him.
“You'd prefer the bítch to destroy everything you've built so far?! She's not worth it, Cole.”
“You have no right to do that to her, Thalia. And I'd be the one who'd say if she was worth it or not! You don't see me going about interfering with everything that concerns you.”
Thalia gripped Blaze's hand and yanked him backwards.
Blaze slammed into the wall. He winced as a rib cracked, and slowly he got to his feet.
His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his hands into fists. “What the fúck was that for?!”
He whooshed towards her and shoved her into the nearest wall. His elbow nudged her neck before placing her in a headlock.
However, Thalia was quick and knew what he was about to do. She gripped his hand and twisted it to his back.
Blaze winced, crouching.
“Are you going so soft, Cole? No one had ever released himself or herself when in your headlock. This is a first for me, and I believe it's the human bítch making you lose your fúcking mind!”
“Enough, Thalia!” Blaze roared. “I don't want to hurt you because you are my sister, and it has nothing to do with Arabella. You just need to stop taunting her!”
“She is a fúcking nobody, and I'd continue to make her feel that way if you don't come back to your senses soon!”
“Watch your freaking mouth…”
“Well, what do we have here?” Sandro said as she stood by the doorway.
“A feuding sibling?” He tilted his brows before smirking. “I like seeing those. Unfortunately, you are not related.”
“It's none of your business.” Thalia rolled her eyes and proceeded to move past him.
“I can never get enough of your sassiness and oddly, it makes me want to punish you in some mind-blowing way,” Sandro said.
“Let go of me!”
“You were once my whóre, Thalia. Do you remember what I told you on our first night together? Perhaps I need to remind you of that.”
Thalia shook her head and gazed at Blaze. Her cheeks reddened, and she stared down at her feet.
“Please, let me go, Alessandro.”
“Not until you do what I ask of you.” He said.
“And that is?”
Sandro leaned into Thalia, and he grinned as he saw Blaze watching him.
“Be my whóre, just for tonight, darling.”
“No!” Thalia shouted, shoving him. “You are a vile man, and I'd never do such a thing!”
Sandro tsked. “Wrong choice of word.”
He strode towards her and gripped her hand, tugging her into him.
His mouth moved dangerously close to hers, and Thalia sucked in a deep breath.
Her nípples tingled, and desire erupted inside her.
“Stop,” she said, and hated how it came out weak rather than how strong she imagined it.
Sandro gripped her chin and grinned. His sea-green eyes darkened, “You are not over me, as you said. I see you want me…”
“Let her go!”
Sandro slanted his head, and his eyes flickered in Blaze's direction. “Is something going on between you two that I don't know of?”
“Are you fúcking him as well?!”
Sandro shoved Thalia to the wall and stormed toward Blaze.
Gripping him by the collar of his shirt, he flung him across the room.
“Son of a bítch!” Blaze snarled as he smacked the wall. “We are not sleeping together.”
“We are not!” Thalia shouted. She jumped in front of Sandro as he moved towards Blaze once more.
“Why should I believe you? You've literally fúcked everyone I know.”
Thalia bit her lower lip and shook her head. Her eyes flickered to Blaze, who looked as though he would múrder Sandro if he was given the opportunity.
“Don't.” She mouthed.
Blaze shrugged, holding his side.
Thalia believed Blaze wasn't mad at Sandro because of her. He never fought anyone off for her, and today wasn't an exception.
He was only fighting Sandro because of Arabella.
Thalia jolted, and she slapped Sandro's hand, which moved to grip her hand.
She stepped towards him and made him look into her eyes instead.
“You have the ability to know if I am lying or not. Then fúcking search for it!”
Sandro growled. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him.
His eyes glinted as he stared at her.
“You see anything?” Thalia asked after a while.
She tried to nudge him when he didn't respond, but he held on tighter.
“In my room by 8 tonight,” Sandro mumbled. “Don't wear anything underneath, and come in your slúttiest outfit.”
“I'm not a whóre,” Thalia said.
“You are my whóre.” Sandro corrected. He released his grip on her and let out a groan. “See what you do to me?”
Thalia blushed as her eyes went downwards to his pants.
His díck was straining against the blue denim he donned, and she wondered if it didn't hurt him as it looked hard.
“Cheap whóre.” Blaze said through a mind link that connected him and Thalia alone.
“I'm trying to save your stupid ass!” She glared as soon as Sandro left.
“Well, think about saving yourself, sister.” Blaze replied, rolling his eyes. “Tonight, it's you alone in the Alpha's lair.”
Thalia sighed. Blaze was right. She needed to think of her going into Sandro's room tonight.
She couldn't decline his invitation, and there was no way she could run away as well.
But she was certain of one thing: she would not give in to whatever he wanted.
She was going to fight him, even if she was to die in the process.
At least, she knew she was saving her life before her demise.
