The doorbell rings, and I’m midway through scrubbing the windows. I solemnly swear I will never, ever, ever have this many windows in any house I live in. My God, they’re always getting dusty, and I swear all I do is clean windows. I put my cloth down and wipe my hands on my shorts, walking over to the door and opening it. This is the first time anyone has come to visit Mason, so I can honestly say, I have no idea who I’ll find when I open the door.

I swing it open, and my heart starts racing.

Definitely not who I thought I’d find.

Standing in front of me is my sister.

I could have easily gone the rest of my life and never, ever, not for a single second, seen her again. But here she is, standing in front of me, smirking.

Smirking.

I’ve never wanted to hurt someone so much in my entire life.

Ever.

But good lord do I want to reach over and slap her across the face.

“What the hell are you doing here, and how in the hell did you know where I was?” I demand, crossing my arms.

She peers past me, glancing around, eyes wide.

Money hungry.

Always money hungry.

“This place is huge, you could have sold off just one item in here and paid Enzo’s debt off.”

“I’m not a lying, manipulative, cheat. You got that gene.”

She looks back to me. “Still sour?”

“How did you find me, Yolanda?”

“You gave Enzo the address and details on where you are working now. He told me.”

He told her?

Enzo fucking told her?

My chest clenches, and I hate the way it feels; I hate it so much I want to slam the door in her face and then cry because I feel so damned sorry for myself. Which is pathetic, sure, but how dare he? He knows how much he hurt me. God, he knows, and yet he did the worst thing he could possibly do. He sent my sister to me. Knowing how betrayed I am by both of them.

Is he going to punish me forever for getting him locked away?

It’s starting to seem like it.

“Well,” I say, “I don’t want anything to do with you so, by all means, turn your ass around and go home. I’m not interested in hearing anything you have to say.”

She smiles. “Oh, but you are.”

“No, trust me, I’m not.”

Her eyes, the same color as mine, lock, and she says, “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, it feels like my whole world has been knocked off its axis. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but stand there, wondering if I just got put into my worst nightmare and I’m about to wake up any second. Because she could not have possibly said what I think she just said. She could not be standing here, telling me that not only did she take my boyfriend, ruin my relationship, but now she’s pregnant.

Is it his?

Of course it is.

She wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.

“I told Enzo you had a right to know, and so he gave me your address so I could come and tell you the good news myself.”

I want to kill her.

To mame her.

To make her suffer in agony.

My heart is racing, and my palms are sweating. I literally feel like I’m going to fall to the ground. I have zero control over my body.

“Leave,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

“You’re not going to even congratulate me? I mean, it’s your little niece or nephew in there. It did nothing wrong.”

“Leave. My. House.”

“It’s not your house, Saskia. It’s some rich dudes. And, honestly, you could set us all up if you just stole a few things. Maybe then Enzo would forgive you. We are short on cash, and with a baby coming, it would be helpful to have some money. I bet he’s got more than one expensive thing inside there. Let me have a look ...”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House.”

She stares at me. “I didn’t force your boyfriend to sleep with me. I don’t know why you’re so angry. We have something. Something special. We’re together now. I’m your sister. You’re going to have to get used to it.”

“You’re not my sister, in fact, you’re absolutely nothing to me. You will never be anything to me. Now get out, before I call the cops and have you thrown out. Believe me, it would make my day. I wonder how that would look for Enzo, his new girlfriend running around causing problems?”

Those words make my throat burn, they hurt that much to say.

But I want her gone.

I’ll say whatever I have to to get her out.

She scowls at me. “This isn’t over, Saskia. You owe us both.”

“I owe you nothing.”

She shrugs, and glances past me again. “We’ll see.”

She turns and strides down the driveway and toward her car, which isn’t her car, it’s Enzo’s car. I know, because we purchased it together when we first moved in to our first place. We were both so happy we had our own set of wheels that we owned together. Seeing her getting into it makes my heart twist in a way that’s ugly, and painful, and so incredibly broken.

Damn her to hell for coming into my life and turning it upside down.

But mostly, damn him.

For actually letting her.

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