Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He would know it was Yolanda.
My sister.
My twin fucking sister.
~20~
MASON
I’m fucking hurt.
Gutted.
And watching her stare at me, eyes wide, makes it worse. She is honestly acting like she hasn’t done a thing wrong, and that blows my fucking mind. It blows my mind because she’s so easily able to look me in the eye and lie to me.
And she’s doing it without flinching.
Like it’s the easiest thing in the world for her.
And that tells me that the woman I think I know is not real.
Not even close.
She’s fake.
And I can’t handle the fact that I gave her so much and this is how she repays me. All along, I was just a pawn in her fucking game, a way to get her boyfriend out of debt. She had me fooled, hell, he had me fooled. I would have nearly bet on my own mother’s life that Saskia was the most genuine woman I’ve ever met. So fucking real and down to earth, smart and funny, my sassy little thing.
But I was so far off the mark, and that has never happened to me.
“You’ve royally fucked me, haven’t you?” I murmur to her, staring into her eyes, she’s struggling behind her gag, but there is no way it’s coming off.
I have a lot to say to her.
And for once, I want her to listen.
And not speak.
“I trusted you,” I whisper hiss, leaning down closer, looking right into her eyes.
She is shaking her head, murmuring something behind the gag, but I want no part in what she has to say. Her lies mean nothing to me.
“I think that’s the worst fuckin’ part,” I growl. “Is that I trusted you. I have never told anyone about my mother, but I told you, and you used it against me, didn’t you? You got me exactly where you needed me and then you took a swipe, right where you knew it would hurt.”
A tear rolls down her cheek.
Bullshit.
“Don’t cry your fuckin’ tears to me, Saskia. They mean fuck-all. You mean fuck-all. You’re a lying, manipulative bitch. I regret the day I fuckin’ met you, but know this, I will get back everythin’ that’s mine, includin’ the piece of my fuckin’ heart you stomped all over.”
She’s crying now, shaking her head, but fuck her.
This is exactly why I don’t allow myself to feel or get attached to another human being, because this is how it ends. It’s how it always fucking ends.
In hurt.
And betrayal.
And a loss in your fucking chest that you can’t seem to get back, no matter how hard you try and fill the hole left there.
It’s left forever gaping, forever scarred until, eventually, your heart is nothing but a giant fucking hole.
And you no longer have anything to give.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
It hurts.
Like hell.
Seeing him in pain. Seeing him staring at me like I’ve just ruined any last part of good left in him, like I’ve taken away every ounce of trust and ruined it, forever scarring an already broken man.
If only he’d hear me out.
If only he’d just listen.
I’m fighting against myself, watching him talk. Fighting against my anger and my feelings for him.
My feelings for him make me want to prove my sister did this, that it wasn’t me, to show him I’d never be the monster he’s accusing me of being.
But the anger in me is so horrified that, for even a second, he could think so low of me. Don’t get me wrong, I understand he saw what he saw and there really is no explanation for that. As far as he knows, it was me, but it doesn’t matter. Logic is gone, and I’m angry.
Angry that he didn’t even give me a chance.
And calling me names. That makes me want to pummel my fists into his chest over and over until it burns and aches, so he knows how it feels every time he calls me a name.
Like a blow to the damned heart.
Once he’s done saying what it is he has to say, he turns and walks out, slamming the door and leaving me alone, bound and gagged. I have no idea what they’re going to do with me. I am almost certain they won’t hurt me, but you can still treat someone extremely poorly and break their spirit without actually physically hurting them.
I close my eyes, and another tear squeezes out and runs down my cheek. I hate this feeling. I thought it hurt when Enzo slept with my sister, but this, gosh this feels like it hurts so much more. I didn’t realize, until I saw the pain and betrayal in Mason’s eyes, just how much I was starting to grow an attachment to him.
I have feelings, there is no denying that.
The door opens, and I glance up expecting to see Mason, or one of the other bikers, coming in, but instead I see Scarlett and Amalie. They slip through the door and close it quietly, then both of them stare at me. Scarlett comes over and unties the gag from my mouth, and I flex my jaw, grateful to be freed of it.