Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
These are expensive, no doubt about it. One of the diamonds is huge. It would be worth a shit load of cash, and that’s just for that one. Everything in my hand right now is worth something. My blood boils, and I’m horrified, horrified to call her my sister. Who steals something so valuable to make money? No wonder Mason was so angry. God, I’m furious and it has no meaning to me.
I tuck the jewelry in my pocket, and I turn and walk straight out the front door, leaving it wide open.
She wants to mess with me, and hell, I can mess back so much harder.
So. Much. Fucking. Harder.
~*~*~*~
MASON
“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.