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)
Tell me about it.
“You’re the best kind, babe. Don’t doubt it.”
“Have you spoken to Theresa?” She asks me, voice soft, sleepy, gorgeous.
“No, but I’m goin’ to get what’s mine. All I could think about, was you, Saskia. I fucked up, and you were in danger, and Theresa was the last thing on my mind.”
She goes silent for a moment. “I was so angry at you,” she whispers, “so freaking angry. I mean, I couldn’t believe you thought I’d do something like that. The thought just made me...wild.”
I roll over, cupping her face. “I fucked up. We all did. And I’ll spend forever making it up to you. I didn’t give you a chance to speak, didn’t even let you tell your side of it. I know what I did, and I’ll not forgive myself for it, but I can promise you, it’ll never happen again.”
She studies me. “I can’t fully blame you. I didn’t tell any of you about Yolanda, and that’s on me. I should have done that. But, what’s done is done. We can’t undo it. But Mason, know that it’s going to hurt for a while, and there are times I might get angry at you for no good reason, because some of it, is still lingering in my mind.”
Like me finger fucking Yolanda.
I’m not going to bring that up, but I know it bothers her.
And I don’t blame her for it.
“Gotta know,” I say, huskily. “That I’ll keep provin’ to you just how sorry I am, until you don’t ever think of any of it.”
“Soooo,” she says, putting a hand on my cheek, “does this mean you like me now?”
I grin at her. “More than fuckin’ like you, babe. I’m fallin’ in love with you. Know what that means, don’t you?”
She shakes her head, looking up at me from beneath those lashes. “No. What does it mean?”
“It means you’re owned by a biker, that also means that you’re mine and always will be mine.”
She purses her lips. “What are the perks here? Of being owned by a biker? What’s in it for me?”
I grin at her, and rub my hips against her, gently. She can feel my cock, and her cheeks flush.
“That, for one,” I growl.
“Tempting, but I’m going to need more.”
I smirk.
“You get taken care of, for the rest of your life. You never have to be scared when you’re with me, because fucked if I’ll ever let anyone hurt you again.”
She smiles, warm and real. “That sounds pretty tempting.”
“Believe it, baby. It’ll be tempting every day of your life. Best of all, I’ve always got your back. From this second on, I’ll never doubt you again.”
Her eyes get soft. “I think I’m mostly sold. I do have one more question?”
“And what’s that?”
“Are you going to tie me up? Because honestly, I can’t guarantee I’ll be as patient as Petra. I just think you should know. I’ve never been a lie down and take it kind of gal.”
I chuckle. “You don’t have to get tied up. But, I’ll more than happily spank that pretty little ass if you disobey me.”
Her eyes flash, and she grins. “Sounds like a deal.”
I chuckle. “Deal, babe.”
And yeah.
Fuck yeah.
Things just got good.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
I stare at Yolanda, and she stares at me, and for a moment we just watch each other. I don’t really know where to start, or what exactly it is I want to say to her, but I know I want to say something. She hurt me, in a big way, but I’m closing this door, once and for all. I just don’t really know how to do that.
She’s my sister, and a small part of me aches that we couldn’t have the bond we should. But, there is nothing I can do to change her. I know that now.
So, it’s time to move on with my life, and make sure she’s not in it.
“I’m not here to argue with you, or hear your stories, or anything else,” I say, my voice croaky.
It took a lot of effort to walk in here, I’m so sore, but I managed.
I had to do this.
After everything I’ve been through, I had to do this.
Yolanda stares at me, but her face is expressionless. Right now, for the first time, I don’t actually know what she’s thinking.
“You’re my sister, and it pains me that we couldn’t have the relationship everyone else does, but, well, there is no point dwelling. We’ll never be like that. I don’t know what drove you to be so cruel, to hurt someone who is blood, and I honestly don’t want to know.”
She opens her mouth, but I put a hand up.
“There was a single moment, back in that basement, where I could have let them take you. I could have traded your life for mine, and maybe, for a little bit, it might have felt good. To know you were suffering with what you deserved. But then I realized something. That would make me as bad as you. And I’m not, Yolanda. I’m not you. I’ll never be you. I can take a great deal of pride in that.”