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)
And she’s taking it.
She took it.
It’s gone, I checked.
And she’s gone.
Fucking gone. Not at the house.
My brain twists, and I start panting.
She would steal from me? For her boyfriend? For that piece of shit in jail? She’d honestly take from me, knowing how much it means. All to save his ass? That thought is almost so unbelievable, it makes it hard for me to believe what’s on the screen in front of me, but there is no denying it’s her. I pull out my phone with trembling fingers and call Malakai.
“What is it?”
“She. Fuckin’. Stole. From. Me.”
“What? Bro, explain yourself. What happened?”
“Saskia took my mother’s very fuckin’ expensive jewelry. She doesn’t know I know, but I have a fuckin’ camera in my room, and I’m standin’ here, watchin’ it with my very own eyes.”
“You’re kiddin’?” he breathes, sounding as shocked as me. “She there? She comin’ back?”
“I’m guessin’ yeah, she’ll come back. She doesn’t know I know, hell, she doesn’t know about the cameras. So, she’ll probably assume I won’t notice. Her shit is still here. She’ll come for it. Probably plannin’ on gettin' out while I’m gone tomorrow.”
“Not on our watch. Fuck, man, I’m disappointed and, to be honest, fuckin’ shocked.”
“You and me both.”
Rage floods my veins, and I just want to grab her and fucking strangle her. The worst part, though, is that it’s mixed with hurt. Bitter fucking hurt that I feel right to my bones. I never thought, not for a million fucking years, that she’d betray me. She has always been so real, so fucking real with me. And now ... fuck.
Fuck.
“You want us around there for when she comes home?”
I go to say no, but the fact of the matter is, she’s betraying me and my club by stealing to get money to free a boyfriend who has threatened her. I wanted to deal on my own, but it’s high time she learns what happens when you steal from me.
“Yeah, get around here.”
“Know what you wanna do? Your call?”
“She betrayed me, stole somethin’ very fuckin’ valuable. She ain’t leavin’ until I get it back, and then ... I don’t fuckin’ know.”
“Your call, brother. We’re on our way.”
I hang up the phone and, with trembling fingers, grip my leather jacket, trying to get control of myself. Then I look back up at the camera and watch as she closes the safe, locks it, stuffs the jewels in a purse and leaves. That’s the last I see of her, because the camera is only in my room, purely because of the safe I have in there.
I stare at the blank screen.
And I let all my emotions slide from my body.
No empathy. No kindness.
She’s going to wish she never crossed me.
Saskia is going to get the shock of her life when she comes home.
And she won’t like it, not one single bit.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
After I arrived home, I did a quick check of the house to make sure nothing had been stolen or touched before continuing on with my day. It was only two in the afternoon when I arrived, so I decided to go and get some groceries before finishing the day. By the time I arrive back home, Mason’s bike and a bunch of others are at the house. They must have finished up early today.
I grab all the groceries and walk inside the house, kicking the front door closed with my foot. I stop when I see them all, standing, arms crossed, staring at me. Why the hell are they staring at me like that? They look pissed. Super pissed. Mason especially. He’s looking at me, and I could swear, it’s utter betrayal. God damn, did he find out about Theresa? Shit. I was going to tell him just as soon as I saw him.
The rest of them, though, no idea why they’re all glaring at me like they want to rip my head off.
Have I missed something?
“Uh, you guys all look like I’ve done something really really wrong and you’re about to commit murder and hide my body,” I say, placing down the bags.
“So, you haven’t done anything wrong?” Mason says, his voice gravelly and filled with ... hate?
Jesus, I know he doesn’t like his sister, but I was only helping out.
“Uh, well, I guess.”
“Care to tell us, before I lose my shit?”
I exhale. Gosh, if I knew he was going to be so angry over something so ridiculous, I would have called him straight away. I mean, honestly, I thought he couldn’t care less about his sister. Maybe he thinks I was scheming with her? Or talking to her about things I shouldn’t have? I guess I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.
He might actually have been concerned, in which case, maybe I should have called.
“I should have called,” I say, putting my hands up. “I get that now, okay? But I didn’t honestly think you’d care, or you’d want to hear it, and she was in trouble so I had to help her.”