Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 113

Chapter 110 – Lend A Hand?

Evgeniya

I returned to the matter at hand and cast my gaze over the controls. All of it was written in French and none of it I understood. The numbers next to a series of buttons ran up to the number of cells, so I figured they corresponded and were the opening mechanisms for the cell doors.

Here was where the plan became somewhat ultra-dumb… I opened them all at once, including the heavy door that sealed all the cells together, and unleashed the awaiting chaos. I could see on the surveillance screen, the rogues and vampires, all of them looking at their doors with trepidation.

I poked my head out and yelled, “what are you waiting for? An invitation? Move!”

That was all it took and the very floor shook with heavy pounding of bare footfalls. My eyes widened as a wall of hulking males came barreling towards me. I ducked back just in time as the surge thundered past, except for one who stopped, one I recognised that made lurid and obscene gestures with his tongue as I was made to accompany Marceau for his dinners. His eyes roved over me and if he thought I would be his victim, he was sorely mistaken. But as I raised the rifle to fire, the rogue’s head was yanked back and smashed into the door frame repeatedly, blood cascading everywhere.

The red-haired vampire, Barend.

“I’ve hated that man for a decade,” he dropped the unconscious or dead rogue. Which? I wasn’t sure. “Disgusting individual.”

His voice held a harder Dutch accent and was far deeper, gruffer, than his smooth youthful face suggested.

“Barend,” Bastiaan spoke behind him, the vampires and a few of the rogues at his back. “Help lead the others out. I must stay with Evie and get her father and Diego.”

The red-haired vampire clapped him on his shoulder. “I should go with you, you need me. I swore my duty of your care to your father.”

“They need you,” Bastiaan indicated the others with a sweep of his hand. “If you want to help, draw the guards as much as possible so that Evie and I can get to the clinic wing.”

With reluctance, Barend nodded and parted ways, taking the others with him and leaving Bastiaan and me alone.

“I hope you remember the way?” He ducked down to the unconscious guard and removed a large serrated bowie knife from its holster.

“Uh? Don’t you want the other gun?”

spun the

path was ingrained. Retracing the steps of that day, and with only one wrong turn,

target and not by a small margin either. But before the guard could move a muscle, a woosh flew past my ear, embedding itself in his forehead. He fell

hands. “They will have heard inside

our aim

the gun in his face, hooking it around his neck and throwing him head-first into the concrete floor. I caught the door before it could close and lock

gawked at the bloody,

two decades fighting among wolves by my witty remarks alone,”

Diego’s rough voice wobbled. “How dare you

it wasn’t Diego’s frame handcuffed to the hospital bed that grabbed

unbuckling his wrist restraints. “Dad? Wake

trying to get him to come around. Dried blood, and what appeared to be sand, clung to his skin and faint lines of healing slashes marked his torso. Like Diego next to

his eyes flickering

but soft hand cupped

up and

his chest. “I came to from the sedative not long after our matches. I surprised the hell out of the guard and kicked up a fight.

tried to stand and dropped

second to catch his breath, we could

wounds as Bastiaan set him free of the restraints. I quickly grabbed the gauze and tape from the tray.

were no ordinary injuries. If they were, they would have shown some signs of healing, as my father’s had. This was done

sent out in silver-dipped claws. He’s a good guy, though, an Italian. He only fights

opponents?” I quickly tore the end of

give me a challenge. I should’ve been paying attention and I missed his first move… I feel kinda bad. I shoulda let him win tonight,” he sighed and a huge dopey smile spread on his face as though he had found the

“Woman?”

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