“I’m done.”

I stare at Enzo, who is watching me across the visitor’s table, eyes narrowed, studying me. It took everything inside me to come in here today and do this. My heart didn’t want to, it really didn’t want to, but after last night, I knew I had to. Not because of Mason, but for myself. I don’t deserve to chase around a man that clearly doesn’t care about me. I am sorry for what I did, I’ll make sure he knows that, but I’m not going to put my life on hold for him any longer.

It hurts, though, it does.

But it’s a strange kind of hurt. More like an attachment, like a struggle to let go. I’ve been with him a long time; he was my rock, my support, and now I’m going to have to step out there alone. But the last month has shown me, if anything, that I’m fully capable of doing that. It’s time to open a new door, and it’s going to suck. I know there are going to be times when I need him and it’s going to feel awful, but I’m strong.

And I deserve better.

“Don’t fuck with me, Saskia.”

“I’m not fucking with you, Enzo. In fact, I loved you. Wholeheartedly, for over five years. I gave you everything, and you slept with my sister, and not only that but you got her pregnant. I know that you know better, so you chose to do that, and you chose to hurt me. I didn’t deserve that, not for a single second.”

He leans forward, eyes angry. “You put me in prison!”

“You slept with my sister and got her pregnant,” I mutter back. “We can go back and forth about what’s worse, but the fact of the matter is, we both screwed up. You don’t owe me anything, but I sure as hell don’t owe you anything, either.”

“Bullshit!”

“I know you’re angry, and I’m sorry, but I need to move on with my life. You made your choices, you chose to do what you did, and now you have to live with it.”

His eyes flash. “You’re not walking out of here, and you’re not walking away from me until my debt is paid.”

“Sorry,” I say, standing. I have to leave now, before I get too weak and give in, or feel guilty. This is the right thing, I know it is.

“You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?” he demands.

I glance down at him. “It wouldn’t matter if I was or if I wasn’t. I still owe you nothing, and we both know it.”

His eyes lock on mine.

And he tries something else.

The tactic that I’m far weaker towards.

It’s easier when he’s a dick.

So much easier.

“I do love you, Saskia. I was in a bad place. Fucking struggling, but I do love you. Didn’t stay with you that long because I had nothing better, I did it because I wanted to be with you, and I still do.”

My heart aches. It aches.

“Baby, come on, we’re both angry, can’t we sit down and talk properly? I will sort Yolanda out. I don’t want to be with her, regardless of what she’s telling you. I fucked up. You fucked up. We can fix it. We can pay the debt off and start again, just you and me.”

Those words.

The words I have wanted to hear for so long.

They hit me right in the heart.

But I know he doesn’t mean them.

I’m not stupid.

“You made your bed, Enzo. Now you must lie in it. I’m done.”

I turn and walk out.

“It isn’t over, it’s far from over! Watch your back, Saskia,” he calls after me, causing the guards to storm over.

Good.

I hope they make him suffer.

I just hope he doesn’t make me suffer.

The drive home is long and drawn out. I can’t get my mind to work properly, I just keep thinking, over and over again, of all the things that could happen from now onward. Enzo is angry. Will he take it out on me? Will he make me suffer? Will he seek out revenge? Suddenly, I’m not sure what’s going to happen, and I don’t feel at all safe.

But, I still wouldn’t change what I did.

Even if it hurts.

And it does. It does hurt.

I arrive back at Mason’s house and see bikes out front. Great. They’re all here. I park my car and stare in the rearview mirror, making sure I don’t look as upset as I feel. I take a deep breath and get out of the car, walking inside the house. Five heads pop up and glance at me when I walk in, and I stop, staring at all of them. Sassy. Be sassy. They won’t know then.

“Well,” I say, crossing my arms, “it isn’t everyday a girl walks in and finds five hot men in her living room.”

“My living room,” Mason murmurs, staring at me.

I haven’t seen him since we had sex. After it, I kind of rushed off and then made sure to be out this morning when he woke up. I don’t know how I feel about it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had in my life, but at the same time, I feel confused about the whole thing. I don’t want to become anyone’s fuck buddy just for the sake of it.

I’ve never been that girl.

And I’m fairly certain that’s all it is to him. Sex.

Just sex.

“Well, if you want to get technical,” I say back, not holding his eyes for longer than a second, “you boys look busy, I’ll go and get back to work.”

“You okay, darlin’?” Malakai asks.

Oh.

He’s good.

“Perfecto!” I call, walking off before I have to make conversation any further.

I go into the living room and start picking up where I left off, dusting and cleaning. I need to do some grocery shopping.

I’m starting to think now might be the time to do it.

Yes.

Plan. In. Place.

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