Bobbi struggles against me, and it takes both me and Asch to get her hands zip-tied behind her back.
“That’s going to be your entire life,” Bobbi says. She sounds almost desperate. “Begging for scraps from her. What does she need three men for?”
To make her feel warm and comforted, to take care of her in decidedly different ways.
But Bobbi couldn’t ever understand that. She’s only trying to play on jealousy, and while I can’t say I’ve never been jealous, it’s not something that drives me.
“Just shut up,” Asch says. He picks up his scarf—discarded during the fight—and uses it to gag Bobbi.
She doesn’t make it easy for us to drag her to the car. It takes both of us to haul her into the trunk of my car. Good thing I always keep rope in there, because we’re able to secure Bobbi in place before I shut the trunk door on her.
“We could still drive her to the woods,” I suggest. “There’s no reason for her to survive.”
Asch purses his lips, and I can see him considering it. He shakes his head, though. “Pandora gets to decide,” he says firmly. “With what we know, it might change things.” He sighs. “For everyone.”
I shake my head. It doesn’t change anything for me. I still want her dead for hurting Pandora.
I start the car, carefully navigating onto the street.
Traffic is light, which makes the drive back to the house quick. Asch sends a few texts as I drive, but we don’t talk.
I don’t know what I would say, except yell at him for denying me the chance to obliterate Bobbi.
“Should we leave her in the trunk or bring her inside?” I ask dubiously.
“Too cold to leave her out here,” Asch says, pragmatic as ever. “If she’s going to die, it shouldn’t be an accident. Blaze says to bring her into the basement, anyway.”
I grunt, but we get out of the car. I glance around as we open the trunk, but it’s as deserted here as it had been on campus. Nobody wants to be out in the cold.
Between the two of us, we get Bobbi out of the trunk and into the house. She’s as difficult to maneuver here as she had been on campus, and it takes both of us to drag her down to the basement.
Blaze and Pandora are already down there, sitting on the ratty couch near the laundry room in the corner.
Pandora’s lip is swollen and she’s holding a tissue to her nose. Blaze has his arm around her.
Protecting her, even here.
This is one of the reasons Pandora needs all three of us, so that one of us can always be at her side when she needs someone the most.
Bobbi struggles harder when she sees Pandora.
“Oh, hey,” Pandora says. “You fucked me up bad.”
I grit my teeth as I look between them. “Asch thinks you should decide what happens to her,” I say, willing to throw the blame on him. “I think we should take her out to the woods and be done with it.”
We can bury her right next to Zayden’s head.
“Did Blaze show you the files, Pandora?” Asch asks, ignoring me.
“Yep.” Blaze nods at Bobbi. “Let’s have a chat. I think we can help each other.”
Despite his calm words, I can hear the edge of violence just underneath them. I wish he’d let go and let us destroy Bobbi.
I don’t want us to help each other.
I stare at Pandora’s face, and I want to fuck Bobbi up even worse.
Asch had gotten a good punch in to her face, but it doesn’t feel like enough.
