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)
They just won’t leave.
And it hurts so bad.
I don’t even try to stop the tears now, there’s no point. They’re coming whether I like it or not, they’re going to flow out, and they’re going to hurt. Because this is a pile of shit, not just Mason, but Enzo, and Yolanda, and everything that has happened in my life in the last few months.
I can be strong, but today? Today, I’m going to let it hurt.
I bang on Chantelle’s door as soon as I arrive, and I know how I look. Red faced, sobbing, ugly. She hasn’t seen me like this, hell, most people haven’t. I’m so together. So strong. Always the one brushing things off and acting like I’m fine. I only ever cry to myself in the comfort of my own home, behind closed doors where no one can see me.
But there is no stopping this.
The door opens, and Chantelle’s eyes get big almost right away. “Sas?”
“I had nowhere else to go, Chan,” I croak, and then hiccup between a sob.
“Oh, God. Come here.”
She reaches out, grabs my shoulders, and hauls me into her. I go, letting it flow even harder, until my body shakes and the pain becomes even more real. Chantelle holds me through that, not saying a word, just letting me hurt the way I need to, and only when I manage to get the tears under control does she let me go and take my hand, pulling me into the apartment. She guides me to the sofa, sits me down, and then goes into the kitchen and comes back with a bottle of whiskey.
She opens it, handing it to me.
I love her in this moment. Really love her.
I take the bottle and tip my head back, swallowing down a burning gulp, then another.
It doesn’t help right away, but it will.
For a little bit.
That’s all I need.
“Now,” she says, after she takes the bottle and has a sip of her own. “Tell me who did this to you, because I’m going to hunt them down and murder the fuck out of them.”
I laugh, but it’s broken.
“I’ve never seen you cry like this, Saskia. Never. And we’ve been friends for a long, long time. So, start talking, I’ll be here planning my revenge.”
I take the bottle and have another sip, and then I tell her everything. She knows some of it already, but she doesn’t know much more from after I helped Theresa. When I’m done, I take another sip, and slowly, my body finally becomes warm.
It feels good.
Even if just for a moment.
“Holy. Fuck.”
I nod, wiping any remaining wetness from my cheeks. “That about covers it.”
“So, Theresa and Yolanda set it all up. They went to such lengths to get that jewelry.”
“Yeah, and to make it look like it was me. What a perfect plan. If it wasn’t for the fact, that I got the chance to tell Scarlett and she let me out, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now, I’d still be tied up at that clubhouse, with all those angry bikers accusing me of something I didn’t do.”
“Firstly, when I see them again, I’m going to punch every one of them in the balls, because fuck them for ever thinking you’d do something so awful.”
“To be fair, we’re twins, I would have probably thought the same thing ...”
“I don’t care!” she snaps. “I don’t care, they should have, at the very least, told you everything and let you speak, instead of accusing you, not telling you why, and chaining you up like a dog.”
She makes a valid point.
“And as for Mason ...”
Hearing his name hurts, right in my heart, and I don’t like that. Not one single bit.
“Mason can go to hell,” I whisper.
“Yes. Yes, he can. Right down with your sister, because when I get my hands on her, I’m going to ring her filthy neck.”
“I don’t care about her anymore,” I say, my voice devoid of emotion.
“I’m so sorry you had to see Mason with her, it was bad enough when it was Enzo, but to see Mason, a man who is so good to you, a man who you’ve gotten so close to, in the same position is hard, honey.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I know he didn’t know, but you’re right, if he had just told me what was going on right from the start and let me talk, none of it would have ever happened. He didn’t let me speak, he didn’t even give me a chance, and because of that, I don’t think I can forgive him.”
She nods and reaches out, taking the bottle. “You deserve a lot, Saskia, a lot. And, it pains me this is happening to you because Mason is a good guy, and I guess with club life, comes, I don’t know, them living the way they do and behaving the way they do, but they should have believed in you.”