“You found her,” Malakai says when I walk in, dragging Yolanda by the shoulder.

She’s protesting and has protested the whole way here. I had to tackle her into my house to get my truck keys, because I couldn’t bring her here on the bike, and then up the stairs so I could find some cuffs to keep her still. Saskia and her are nothing alike, that much is for certain, but when it comes to their willpower, they definitely share the same genes.

Yolanda hasn’t backed down yet.

Not once.

“Not her,” I mutter, shaking Yolanda a little to try and stop her little song and dance.

“Huh?” Malakai says, shaking his head.

“This isn’t Saskia, it’s her twin fuckin’ sister who had the fuckin’ balls to set us all up to think it was Saskia so she and my motherfuckin’ sister could get away with robbin’ me to pay off that piece of shit’s debt.”

Malakai stares at the girl for a long minute. “No fuckin’ kiddin’.”

“So, I’m keepin’ her here. It wasn’t personal for me before. It fuckin’ is now. That piece of shit in prison had the utter fuckin’ nerve to set up a plan to rob me and get my girl in danger, so now he’s messin’ with not just Saskia, but me, too.”

“And us,” Malakai says, glaring now at the girl who looks so much like Saskia, right down to the hair style, it’s hard to believe it isn’t her.

“Yeah,” I growl. “And the club.”

“Saskia paid for what she did,” Malakai runs his hands through his hair. “Way to make us feel like shit. Poor girl did fuck-all.”

“Yeah, and it gets fuckin’ better ...”

“You found her,” Koda says, coming into the room followed by Maverick.

“Twin sister,” Malakai informs them for me. “Long story, but Saskia didn’t do fuck-all, which is why Scarlett let her go.”

The two men stare at Yolanda. “Fuck me.” Koda shakes his head. “Spitting image.”

“That’s what twins are, you jerk off,” Yolanda spits finally, squirming again.

“Anyone got somethin’ to stuff in this bitch’s mouth?” I snap. “Can’t stand to look at her for a second longer, let alone hear her.”

“Didn’t stop you from putting your fucking fingers in me earlier.” She grins, eyes ... empty. They’re empty.

Saskia’s hold so much promise, and love, and sass, and everything good.

Yolanda’s contain a coldness that’s alarming.

“Didn’t fuckin’ know it was you, bitch, and if you open your mouth once more I swear to fuckin’ God I’ll put my fuckin’ gun in it. You think you know who you’re dealin’ with, you do not. We’re not like the little boys you dance with.”

She opens her mouth and then closes it and her eyes get a little wide. “You can’t manhandle me,” she decides to say, stupidly. “I’m pregnant.”

“Don’t care what you are. I ain’t hurtin’ you, I’m just goin’ to shut you up. And if you think I care about a child made with that piece of shit sitting behind bars, you’re sadly mistaken.”

She huffs and glares at me but, smartly, doesn’t say anything more.

“Chalk and cheese, completely different,” Maverick mutters.

“Yeah,” Koda agrees. “Makes me feel like shit for gangin’ up on Saskia, poor kid. Didn’t even give her a chance to defend herself.”

Those words punch me right in the chest, because he’s right. We didn’t give her a chance to defend herself. We didn’t even tell her what we had seen. If we did, she could have told us about her sister. Instead, we just treated her like scum, without even hesitating to believe that something might be off. Hell, we didn’t even consider, at the very least, that she could have been blackmailed into it or threatened.

We just assumed she was the worst kind of human being.

And that makes me sick to my fucking stomach.

Because she is the best woman I know.

“Where is Saskia?” Maverick asks. “She safe out there? Because seems to me like this situation is spiraling out a little. I’m guessin’ she was goin’ to trade that jewelry for cash, to get her boyfriend off the hook, but she didn’t do that, so high chance someone out there is lookin’ for her ...”

I look to Yolanda. “Speak. Fuckin’ now. Is someone expectin’ cash?”

“Yes, you fuckin’ moron!” she hisses. “That’s why I need that jewelry.”

“You mean the fuckin’ jewelry that isn’t yours?”

She flinches. “I’m three hours past the time I was meant to deliver the cash for Enzo, which means not only is he going to be in danger, but so am I! They’re bad people. They want their money. And they’re probably going to kill people until they get it.”

My blood runs cold.

I have Yolanda, but Saskia is still out there. Unprotected. Looking exactly like the woman they’re looking for.

I shove Yolanda at Koda, who catches her with ease.

“Gotta find Saskia,” I say, clenching my fists, because fuck, the girl is in danger and she doesn’t know it. “She looks exactly like Yolanda, they get hold of her, and she’s as good as dead.”

Malakai nods. “Comin’ with you. You called her?”

“Phone ain’t with her. I’ll check home, Chantelle’s, anywhere she might be.”

“We’ll do a scour of the local areas, see if we can see her,” Malakai nods.

“I’ll take care of this one.” Koda grins, that devilish smile saying he’s not going to be nice about it.

I couldn’t give a fuck.

I just need to find my girl.

Now.