by Bella Jewel
Smirking.
I’ve never wanted to hurt someone so much in my entire life.
Ever.
But good lord do I want to reach over and slap her across the face.
“What the hell are you doing here, and how in the hell did you know where I was?” I demand, crossing my arms.
She peers past me, glancing around, eyes wide.
Money hungry.
Always money hungry.
“This place is huge, you could have sold off just one item in here and paid Enzo’s debt off.”
“I’m not a lying, manipulative, cheat. You got that gene.”
She looks back to me. “Still sour?”
“How did you find me, Yolanda?”
“You gave Enzo the address and details on where you are working now. He told me.”
He told her?
Enzo fucking told her?
My chest clenches, and I hate the way it feels; I hate it so much I want to slam the door in her face and then cry because I feel so damned sorry for myself. Which is pathetic, sure, but how dare he? He knows how much he hurt me. God, he knows, and yet he did the worst thing he could possibly do. He sent my sister to me. Knowing how betrayed I am by both of them.
Is he going to punish me forever for getting him locked away?
It’s starting to seem like it.
“Well,” I say, “I don’t want anything to do with you so, by all means, turn your ass around and go home. I’m not interested in hearing anything you have to say.”
She smiles. “Oh, but you are.”
“No, trust me, I’m not.”
Her eyes, the same color as mine, lock, and she says, “I’m pregnant.”
For a moment, it feels like my whole world has been knocked off its axis. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but stand there, wondering if I just got put into my worst nightmare and I’m about to wake up any second. Because she could not have possibly said what I think she just said. She could not be standing here, telling me that not only did she take my boyfriend, ruin my relationship, but now she’s pregnant.
Is it his?
Of course it is.
She wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.
“I told Enzo you had a right to know, and so he gave me your address so I could come and tell you the good news myself.”
I want to kill her.
To mame her.
To make her suffer in agony.
My heart is racing, and my palms are sweating. I literally feel like I’m going to fall to the ground. I have zero control over my body.
“Leave,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“You’re not going to even congratulate me? I mean, it’s your little niece or nephew in there. It did nothing wrong.”
“Leave. My. House.”
“It’s not your house, Saskia. It’s some rich dudes. And, honestly, you could set us all up if you just stole a few things. Maybe then Enzo would forgive you. We are short on cash, and with a baby coming, it would be helpful to have some money. I bet he’s got more than one expensive thing inside there. Let me have a look …”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House.”
She stares at me. “I didn’t force your boyfriend to sleep with me. I don’t know why you’re so angry. We have something. Something special. We’re together now. I’m your sister. You’re going to have to get used to it.”
“You’re not my sister, in fact, you’re absolutely nothing to me. You will never be anything to me. Now get out, before I call the cops and have you thrown out. Believe me, it would make my day. I wonder how that would look for Enzo, his new girlfriend running around causing problems?”
Those words make my throat burn, they hurt that much to say.
But I want her gone.
I’ll say whatever I have to to get her out.
She scowls at me. “This isn’t over, Saskia. You owe us both.”
“I owe you nothing.”
She shrugs, and glances past me again. “We’ll see.”
She turns and strides down the driveway and toward her car, which isn’t her car, it’s Enzo’s car. I know, because we purchased it together when we first moved in to our first place. We were both so happy we had our own set of wheels that we owned together. Seeing her getting into it makes my heart twist in a way that’s ugly, and painful, and so incredibly broken.
Damn her to hell for coming into my life and turning it upside down.
But mostly, damn him.
For actually letting her.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
Vodka.
My sweet, sweet friend.
I finished up my work quickly when Yolanda left, and then I found a bottle of vodka that I’ll replace if I remember, if not, too bad. I have to scrub his toilets; he can give me a bottle of vodka for that task alone. I take my bottle out onto the back patio, overlooking that pool and those incredible gardens, and I sit down, unscrewing the lid. I don’t pour it into a glass or mix it with juice—I put the bottle to my lips and tip it back, swallowing the burning liquid clean down my throat.
I shudder and squint my eyes, hissing through my teeth as my throat protests from the invasion.
I don’t care.
I need something to make it go the hell away.
Because fuck Enzo. And fuck Yolanda. And fuck whatever brought this shit into my life. I was happy, god dammit. I thought I was one of the lucky ones who found the man of her dreams first up, who was going to get married, and have kids and be happy. Sure, I have a shitty ass excuse for a family, but Enzo was the light in all that. To me, he was my family.
And then somehow, we got here.
And fuck being here, because being here is a shitty ass feeling.
I take another drink, cringing with every second that passes as it slides down my throat. I close my eyes, trying to take away the ache in my heart, which is making me feel pathetic. Pathetic because why in the hell do I care for someone like him? What is wrong with my brain? I should just flip it all the bird and move on, yet I’m strangely attached to the man who broke my heart.
Is it purely because he slept with Yolanda, or is it because I actually love him?
And damn her, to hell and back again. The thought of her carrying Enzo’s child, the child that I was supposed to have with him, has me drinking two big gulps of vodka.
Alcohol isn’t meant to solve any problems, but right now it better damn well have a good go at solving mine.
“Bad day?”
I didn’t hear anyone come in, so I flinch and spin around when I hear Mason’s voice coming from behind me. I look over my shoulder for a moment at him, and then I mumble, “Something like that.”
He walks out further, beer in hand, and grabs a chair with the other, dragging it over so he’s sitting sort of in front of me, sort of next to me. I don’t have to twist to see him, so that’s a plus.
“Want to tell me what made you decide to drink vodka straight from the bottle?”
“Ex-boyfriends. Sisters. Babies.”
He glances at me. “Elaborate.”
I exhale, because what the hell? Mason has no involvement with what’s going on, and I don’t need to tell him much, just the basics.
“I walked in on my sister sleeping with my boyfriend. She showed up today to tell me she’s pregnant with his baby.”
Mason grunts. “Fuck. That’s brutal.”
I drink more of the vodka. “Yeah, it gets better, though. After I found them, I went to the cops and told them about his involvement with drugs, and he got six months in prison. I was so damned angry, I mean, my sister … Seriously?”
“Don’t know what’s worse, your boyfriend doin’ it, or your sister lettin’ him.”
“Amen to that, dude,” I mutter.
“Guessin’ he didn’t take too well to you gettin’ him locked up?”
“Not too well, no. But the worst part is, he got so angry at me and now, somehow, I feel bad about it all. I feel like I nee
d to help him get out and fix his problems, because the thought of him hating me, really sucks.”
“Still love him then?”
I nod. “I guess, yeah. Which makes me disgusted in myself because dammit, he’s a scumbag.”
“Right about that,” Mason mutters. “Fuckin’ scum to do that to your woman. Don’t feel bad about actin’ out your revenge. Fuck, I’d have done a whole lot worse.”
I laugh bitterly. “I’m sure you would have.”
“You still talk to this dick, obviously?”
“Yes, because, apparently, I don’t have a brain.”
Mason grunts, and it almost sounds like he was trying to fight a laugh. “Feelings are fucked, lady. If we could control them, life would be a whole lot sweeter. But we can’t, so we gotta deal with whatever raises its head. I can’t tell you what to do. If it was me, I’d leave the fucker in there and do better, but it ain’t me, it’s you, and only you know what’s right for you.”
I look to him, brows raised. “Damn, biker, that was some solid advice.”
He shrugs. “Lived a little longer than you, learned a few things.”
“Have you learned how to commit a murder without getting caught? Like say your sister sleeps with your boyfriend, and you’re really pissed, and she’s rubbing it in your face, would there, theoretically, be any way to … well … accidentally murder her?”
Mason’s eyes flash with a little humor. “Plenty of ways, none of which you’re goin’ to do because you’re too good for that.”
“I was asking for a friend, I’d never do such a thing.”
I press a hand to my chest and feign being offended. Mason looks to me then shakes his head and sips his beer. Then, he stands. “Get up, we’re goin’ out.”
“What? Where?”
“Club cookout. Came home to get changed. You wanna meet the rest of them, then stand up and meet me out front in ten minutes.”
“You’re taking me to your club?” I ask, shocked.
“Yeah, there are women there. Ones who understand all this emotional shit. I’m not goin’ to sit here listenin’ to it all night, depressin’ as fuck.”
I grin at him. “You’re secretly sweet, I knew it.”
“Just said I didn’t want to get stuck with you.”
“You like me.”
“Not particularly.”
“You do.”
“Nope.”
“Yes, how wonderful.”
He growls and shakes his head. “Ten, Saskia.”
“Okay, friend, ten it is. Are we riding on your bike? Because that would be epic!”
“Nah, truck.”
“Okay, bike it is. I’ll put on some jeans.”
I skip off, well on my way to being tipsy, and get changed into a pair of jeans, a clean tank, and then I run a brush through my hair and do it in a lose braid before pulling on a pair of knee-high boots over my jeans and rushing out the front. My smile gets huge when I see Mason on the bike, looking so god damned fine I actually stop and just admire the view for a moment. God damn, he’s the picture of perfection. Scary, dangerous perfection.
His eyes find mine, and his dark hair is loosely tied, so some of it escapes and whips around in the breeze, and damn if my vagina doesn’t curl into itself with need. His massive biceps flash for a few seconds, before he pulls on his leather jacket and yells out, “Those boots.”
I walk over, glancing down at them. “What about them?”
“You know what they mean, don’t ya?”
I grin at him, snatching the helmet from his hands and pressing it to my head. “Yeah, dude. They mean I want to get fucked.”
Then I jerk the helmet down, but not before I see his lips part just slightly.
He didn’t expect that one.
That’s the thing about me, though.
Most people don’t expect what I deliver.
And that’s what makes me wonderful.
~7~
MASON
“Oh, my lord, I can’t even right now,” Saskia blurts, gushing over Scarlett. “I’m probably your biggest fan, don’t even get me started on those other bitches, they don’t love you as much as I do.”
Scarlett laughs. “I’ll put you in the number one spot, then. It’s awesome to meet you, we’ve all heard so much about you.”
Saskia grins, staring at the three girls. “Don’t believe a single word Mason has said, he’s moody, and temperamental, and probably slightly insane. We can’t take a single thing he says seriously.”
I grunt, and Scarlett grins at me. “Yeah, I have heard that.”
“Eat one, Scarlett.”
She laughs.
“So, what brings you to the club with Mason tonight?” Charlie asks, her eyes flicking over me with curiosity before settling back on Saskia. “He’s usually not the social type.”
Saskia crosses her arms. “Well, it’s a long story, but basically, he didn’t want to listen to my pity story, or so he told me, so he decided to bring me here and unleash me on you poor people.”
“Ohhh.” Scarlett claps. “I love a good story. Come with us and we’ll get you a drink and you can share it.”
“Sounds perfect.”
The four girls disappear, and Koda steps up beside me. “Fucked her yet?”
“Fuck up, Dakoda. No, I have not.”
He looks to me. “Shame. Ass that fine needs a good hidin’.”
I grunt, but I can’t disagree. Not when I’m watching her disappear in those tight jeans that are grabbing hold of her ass in incredible ways. Fuck me, my dick twitches in my pants, and I look away, distracting myself. Malakai steps into the conversation. “How’s it all goin’ with her?”
“She does her job,” I tell him, cracking opening a beer and taking a sip.
Cool liquid slides down my throat. Perfection.
“She still a handful?” Maverick asks, lighting a cigarette and bringing it to his lips.
“Fuck yeah she is, but she does her job good and she, mostly, stays out of my way.”
“You’re never there, so unlikely she’s goin’ to bother you,” Koda points out.
“She caught Petra in my bed, tied up, gagged, thought it was a fuckin’ hoot. Harassed the poor girl and then called me.”
Maverick laughs, booming and loud. “Fuck me, that’s gold. Petra wouldn’t have liked that at all, that girl would lick the bottom of your shoe if it meant you might give her some attention.”
I huff, but nod. “Yeah, she’s gettin’ old. Hot. Fun. But old. Clingy. Always wantin’ more, tryin’ to impress me, but I ain’t interested.”
“Not sure you’re interested in anythin’ with a vagina except to fuck.” Koda chuckles.
“Right about that. Women are too much hassle.”
“The one you brought in is a bright spark, maybe she’d be good for you, bro.” Malakai smirks.
“Fuck no, girl doesn’t know when to close her mouth.”
“It’s a pretty fuckin’ mouth, though,” Koda points out.
Too fucking right it is.
Just a shame she doesn’t know how to shut it.
Although, if I’m being honest, I can’t say I don’t enjoy the refreshing feel her personality gives off. She’s always happy, bubbly, and a total smart ass. Even after it all today, she kept her shit together, no crying or whining, just held her own and let it be known she wasn’t happy about it.
I like that in a woman.
But fuck.
I don’t have time for any other women right now.
I’m dealing with enough.
And it isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
“You know,” Scarlett tells me, crossing her legs on the soft patch of grass by the campfire we’re sitting in front of. “I didn’t even know Mason had any money! I guess outside of the club, we don’t really know what the men get up to. He’s always here, so none of us knew he was rich. I was blown away when the men started talking about him getting a m
aid.”
“Well, I don’t know how much money he has,” I tell her, “but his house is massive, and his land is beautiful.”
“Incredible,” Amalie, the quiet, beautiful one of the group, breathes.
“To be fair, he doesn’t really say much,” Charlie points out. “It is hard to know a great deal about him. He’s a closed door. Locked and bolted.”
I chuckle.
“You’d know, Charlie.” Scarlett grins at her, wiggling her brows.
From what I’ve gathered, Scarlett is with Maverick, Amalie with Malakai, and Charlie is with Koda.
At least, I thought so until that comment.
“Do share,” I say, sipping my vodka. “Did you and Mason … hook up?”
Charlie shrugs, flushing. “Once, but we didn’t have sex. It was, ah … a joint effort with Koda.”
“Girl,” I squeal. “You had a threesome with those two hot bikers?”
She shrugs. “Well, you know, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
“Oh, my god.” I grin at her. “How was it? Was it incredible?”
She nods, eyes wide. “Oh, hell yeah it was.”
“And you’re with Koda now?”
She nods again. “Yeah, it took a while, though. We’re both as stubborn as each other.”
I smile at her.
“Anyway, enough about how freakin’ lucky Charlie is and tell us about this dilemma of yours, Saskia,” Scarlett says, scooting in closer so she can hear me better.
I get right into it, no shame. I have nothing to hide. I tell them how I found Enzo with my sister, then got angry and got him locked up, and now she’s pregnant with his baby. Of course, I don’t mention to anyone that I’m trying to get extra money to pay his debt off. They might see that as me using Mason or be concerned that I might be there to steal, which I am not.
And I don’t need to get on the wrong side of bikers.
“Holy. Shit,” Charlie breathes. “What a snot ball.”
I laugh, nodding. “You’re right about that. He’s the king of assholes.”
“I want to gouge his eyes out with a rusty instrument,” Scarlett gasps. “What kind of man does that to his woman? Even if he didn’t love you anymore, he could have just left, he didn’t have to screw your sister.”