“Where the fuck is she, Scarlett?” I growl, furious, hands clenched.

Scarlett shrugs. “She said she had something to prove to you, and I believe her, so I let her go.”

“She ain’t comin’ back. Fuck, she’s goin’ to do a runner and I’ll never get my mom’s stuff back. Don’t you fuckin’ see what you’ve done?”

Scarlett crosses her arms, holding my eyes. I want to strangle her.

“I believe her, Mason, and soon, you will, too.”

“If she gets away with this, you’re goin’ to suffer, I don’t fuckin’ care whose old lady you are.”

“Calm it,” Maverick growls. “Be very fuckin’ careful, Mason. I respect you’re angry, but you will not threaten my woman.”

I spin around. “She let her go. Fuckin’ let her go.”

“And she’s goin’ to suffer for that, but at my hand, not yours.”

Scarlett snorts and Maverick glares at her. The sarcastic expression is quickly wiped from her face, and she gets serious. “I promise you, I promise, that you’ll see why I’ve done this, soon. And I promise you’ll thank me. You’re going to have to trust me, and if you don’t trust me, you’re going to have to wait and just see ...”

I turn around. I can’t deal with her shit anymore.

“Saskia will go and get her shit, I can almost guarantee it. I’m goin’ there, I’m not lettin’ her get away with this shit.”

“Mason,” Malakai says, having been quiet up until this point, no doubt bitterly fucking disappointed.

“What?” I growl.

“You’re angry but use your head. Yeah?”

I stare at him, and out of pure respect for him, I mutter, “Yeah.”

Then, I go out and get on my bike, and I ride home.

She’s not getting away from me.

Fuck no.

Not this time.

It takes me a solid ten minutes to get home, even though I ride like I’m out to murder someone. When I get to my place, nobody is there. No car, the door is locked. Fucking furious, I turn around to get back on my bike when a cab rolls in. Saskia gets out, and my eyes connect with hers in a furious rage. The cab driver pulls out, and I storm over, not giving her a chance to speak.

“You have some fuckin’ nerve comin’ here, after everythin’ you’ve done.”

She stares up at me, but I’m too wild to think. I want to make her suffer. I want to hurt her. And yet at the same time, seeing her standing in front of me, looking up at me, I want her. I want her so fucking bad it hurts. I grab hold of her shoulders and she squeaks, “Mason ...”

“Don’t fuckin’ speak,” I growl.

She looks up at me, lips parted, and fuck, I don’t know what happens. I’m so wild, but I can’t stop myself. I slam my mouth against hers. She responds, instantly, and I back her up to the front of the house until her back hits the railing. I grab her leg, pushing it up around my waist, and kiss her hard, furious, I want to hurt her, I want to make her suffer.

“I want to fuckin’ hurt you, so fuckin’ bad.”

“Then hurt me,” she challenges. “Hurt me. Make me suffer.”

“You’re fuckin’ nothin’ to me,” I hiss, grabbing her hair, tipping her head back. “Nothin’.”

“And you’re fucking nothing to me,” she says, staring at my mouth. “Now. Make. It. Hurt.”

I shove her shorts down and dive straight in, shoving two fingers inside her. She gasps, and then moans, deep and low. She flinches backward a little, unlike how she usually responds when my fingers are inside her, but she doesn’t stop me. She wouldn’t want to dare. I’m going to fuck her until she never forgets my name.

“You betrayed me,” I bark, thrusting my fingers into her pussy. “You hurt me.”

“I did what I had to do,” she pants, tipping her head back. “For him.”

Bitch.

Fucking bitch.

“All for that stupid motherfucker. I shared everythin’ with you, fuckin’ everythin’. And this is what I get?”

“A girl has to do what a girl has to do,” she says, but something stops me, I don’t know what it is, but it ... just doesn’t sound right.

I pull back and stare down at her, really stare down at her. My fingers are still gliding in and out of her pussy, but something in my chest is screaming at me that something is off. Saskia is ballsy, but she’s flat out denied her involvement to the point she ran, and now she’s speaking like ... trash.

She doesn’t speak like trash.

Is she high?

Is she fucking using herself?

Something is different about her eyes.

I pull my fingers out of her pussy just as I hear, “Mason?”

That voice.

What. The. Fuck.

I turn and see ... Saskia ... What the hell? I glance back at the girl staring up at me, now grinning, and then look back at the girl that is standing about five yards away, a girl I didn’t hear come in, a girl that is looking at me like I’ve just ripped her heart out. A girl that looks identical to the woman in my arms, only her eyes ...

It’s her eyes.

I step back from the woman in my arms, putting my hands up. “What. The. Fuck?”

“Meet my twin sister,” the girl behind me whispers, her voice shaking. “Yolanda.”

What?

I glance at the girl in front of me, and then at the girl behind me. And sure enough, the one behind me is wearing exactly what Saskia was wearing this morning, and the girl I just had my fingers in, is wearing something different. How did I not fucking notice that? I look over to Saskia, and the hurt in her eyes makes me want to take the girl who just fooled me and crush her.

“This is why I didn’t know,” Saskia whispers. “Because it was never me, Mason. Never me.”

Fuck.

No.

What the hell is happening?

“I never betrayed you, I would never steal from you, but mostly, I would never hurt you. My sister, on the other hand, is cold and ruthless. And combined with your sister’s help, tricked me and got into your house.”

My head starts spinning.

What the fuck is happening right now?

The girl behind me starts clapping, and I turn, glaring at her, and she grins, bold and happy, proud of herself. “This was worth every second. I must say, Saskia, I can see why you’re into him, the man has lovely fingers.”

I lunge at her, but Saskia calls out, “Stop, Mason, don’t!”

I pause, but only because the pain and fear in her voice makes me. I stop in front of her sister, hand raised, trembling. “You will fuckin’ suffer for what you have done.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will.” She laughs. “But so will your little girlfriend. After all, she just saw you fingering me, kissing me, and she will never be able to unsee that. Just like she can’t unsee me riding her boyfriend. The best part, he didn’t know, either. He had no idea it was me, not at first, anyway ...”

I want to kill her.

I’ve never wanted to hurt a woman in my life, not like this, but right now I want to take her and string her up. Saskia said her sister was evil, but not even I could imagine someone going to this extent. She’s a monster. Evil reincarnated. And she’s going to suffer, I’ll make sure of it, but right now, I have something more pressing to deal with.

I turn to Saskia, and it fucking burns me to see a tear run down her cheek.

Fuck.

I’ve broken her.

I’ve fucking destroyed her.

She reaches into her coat and pulls out some jewelry. “I went to her house, to see if I could find this. I did. I wanted to give it to you. To show you it was her, and not me ... but then, I saw this ... and I can’t ...”

“Saskia,” I say, stepping forward. “Fuck.”

“That’s mine!” Yolanda screeches, lunging toward me.

I spin quickly, grabbing her around the throat and pushing her backward until she hits the railing. “So much as attempt that once more, and I’ll make you wish you were never born. Do not fuckin’ move again. This is not yours. It is fuckin’ mine.”

“But, you don’t understand, please, I need it—”

“Shut your mouth.”

I turn around, and my head goes left and right.

Saskia is gone.

The jewelry is on the ground.

But she’s fucking gone.

Dammit.

I have to get Yolanda back to the club, and then I’m going to find my girl.

And try to make this right.

Somehow.