“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 maid.”

“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.”

My chest aches at the thought that he might have done it because he doesn’t love me; that almost hurts more than anything else, because I adore him. I have adored him the whole time. I wasn’t a bad girlfriend. So, what did I do wrong for him to fall out of love with me?

“What a douche,” Amalie murmurs. “I’d be devastated if someone did that to me.”

“Yeah.” I nod in agreement. “It sucked. It still does suck.”

“On you, girl, though, for getting him locked up.” Charlie nods, impressed. “I couldn’t think of a better way to punish someone for doing something so awful.”

“Yeah, but, I must admit, I do feel a little bad for doing it.”

“Don’t!” all three girls cry at the same time.

“Seriously,” Scarlett tells me. “He deserves that and so much more. Don’t you let him make you feel anything other than proud for doing what you did. I would have probably stabbed him, or something awful, and ended up in prison myself.”

I laugh. “Believe me, it was tempting. I could have very easily sliced something off his body.”

“Do you still love him, then?” Amalie asks, her eyes holding mine.

She’s definitely soft. Almost too soft to be around bikers. It’s a strange and rather intriguing story that has obviously led her here and into the arms of one of the scariest bikers I’ve seen.

What an utterly fascinating combination.

“I can’t help it. Believe me, I’ve spent more than a few hours of my life giving myself a stern talking to about how stupid that is, but no matter what I do, I can’t make it stop. I can’t make the pain go away. And I can’t get him out of my head.”

Scarlett looks sympathetic. “Do you still visit him?”

I nod.

“Maybe stop,” she suggests. “He doesn’t deserve it, and the only way you’ll ever get over it is to start fully fresh, away from both of those assholes.”

I nod, because she’s right. If only I could bring myself to do that. I keep telling myself that if I pay the money, we’ll be even and I’ll be able to move on.

Only I’m not so sure I’ll actually have the strength to just walk away.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I say, even though it’s a pretty big lie.

“You deserve better, girl. Take Mason for a ride, you’ll forget about that other loser in no time.” Charlie nods, winking at me.

I laugh. I like her. She’s my kind of friend. “Tempting, but he’s a moody grouch. Honestly, if I tried something on him, he’d probably pitch a fit and kick me out. Or tie me to his bed like that other woman, which, no thanks ...”

“Wait!” Scarlett puts her hands up. “He had another woman tied to his bed?”

“Oh, girl.” I click my fingers. “You really do miss out on all the good stuff.”

“You better start filling us in.” Charlie shuffles closer. “I need all the juicy details.”

I tell them about the girl I found tied to his bed and how I dealt with it, then how he dealt with it, and I take a sip of vodka and wait.

“Holy crap.” Scarlett giggles. “I can’t believe you untied her and started arguing with her.”

“Technically, I left her tied, I just pulled the ball gag out of her mouth. And to be fair, she was mouthing off at me. I’m not taking crap from a woman tied to a bed. Then I felt sorry for her, just a little, because what if she needed to pee?”

All three girls burst out laughing.

“I think you’re going to fit in just fine here, Saskia.” Charlie laughs.

“Hell yes,” Scarlett agrees. “We’re going to come and visit you and check out Mason’s big house and hear more of these stories.”

“I haven’t had so much entertainment in a long time.” Amalie laughs.

“You’re all on!” I clap.

I think I just made myself some friends.

And damn, it feels good.

Mostly, to breathe easily for a few minutes of my day.