Page 104 of Bleed with Me

He knew.

He fucking knew!

“Well,” Sonny drawled coldly, “where do you think you’re going?”

I froze. Not this asshole again!

Whipping around, I found him rushing behind me with a murderous expression fully visible now that nobody important was watching.

“What do you want?” I snapped, my body fully in flight mode. I had to escape Dorian and his brothers. This entire party was one big trap, and I walked right into it.

“You really need to learn some respect,” Sonny snarled, snatching my arm. I wriggled, hitting him with my purse.

“Let me go,” I hissed.

“Not before you understand the rules.” He pushed me against the wall, avoiding my punches. I never regretted not having my knife with me more. I would decorate these pristine white walls with his blood.

“Let me go!” I yelled, fighting to escape his bruising hold. “You fucker…”

“Hey!”

A familiar, deep voice forced us both to stop wrestling. I looked toward the door, my gaze colliding with Dorian’s. My heart momentarily stopped as I watched him approach us, fury written all over his handsome face.

“Why the hell are you touching her?”

Sonny looked at him as if he’d grown another head.

“She’s my fiancée,” he replied matter-of-factly, refusing to remove his nasty paws from me.

“Your what?” Dorian glared at him, momentarily confused before realization lit up his eyes.

“My future wife,” Sonny said impatiently. “We’re getting married in a few weeks.”

“Let her go,” Dorian commanded, nodding toward Sonny’s hand squeezing my arm.

“And why would I do that, Mr. Zhumagulov?” Sonny cocked a brow, his fingers digging further into my flesh. I pressed my lips into a thin line to prevent any pathetic sound from escaping.

“I said,” Dorian took a menacing step closer, “let her go, Carlile.”

Sonny lifted his chin in defiance, holding Dorian’s furious gaze.

“My trouble with her isn’t your problem,” he snarled, but winced at the clicking sound coming from Dorian’s suit. I followed it, involuntarily smirking at the sight of a silver knife in his left hand.

“It is my business, you fucking prick,” he growled, closing the distance between them. He was about two inches taller, and his massive build was extremely intimidating. “And if you don’t let her go right now, I’ll cut off your hand.”

Sonny immediately released my arm and took a hasty step back. His eyes dropped to the shiny blade, and he gulped.

“I don’t understand,” he mumbled, blinking at Dorian in potent fear.

“You don’t have to understand.” Dorian smiled at him warmly, as if he hadn’t drawn a knife on him a second ago. “Just fuck off.”

For a moment, Sonny looked like he wanted to protest, but thought better of it and quickly disappeared.

Only then did reality dawn on me.

I was alone with Dorian.

Without my mask!