Iron Fury MC Boxed Set

by Bella Jewel

  “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.

  ~22~

  SASKIA

  I go to Chantelle’s house.

  I have nowhere else to go. I gave away my apartment, and right now, the thought of being at Mason’s house absolutely rips me apart. I can’t do it. Hell, I won’t do it, so I go to the only person I know who has always been there for me and will continue to be there for me.

  Because this hurts.

  It hurts like hell.

  I thought seeing Enzo with Yolanda burned, but seeing Mason touching her, kissing her, that burned a whole lot fucking hotter. I don’t even try to make sense of why, I just know it did. Seeing it, and knowing, yet again, she’d managed to get under my skin and take something from me, made me sick.

  I know he didn’t realize it was her.

  I know that.

  But it doesn’t stop the mental images from rolling around in my mind, no matter how much I try to push them out, they’re there, and they won’t leave.

  They just won’t leave.

  And it hurts so bad.

  I don’t even try to stop the tears now, there’s no point. They’re coming whether I like it or not, they’re going to flow out, and they’re going to hurt. Because this is a pile of shit, not just Mason, but Enzo, and Yolanda, and everything that has happened in my life in the last few months.

  I can be strong, but today? Today, I’m going to let it hurt.

  I bang on Chantelle’s door as soon as I arrive, and I know how I look. Red faced, sobbing, ugly. She hasn’t seen me like this, hell, most people haven’t. I’m so together. So strong. Always the one brushing things off and acting like I’m fine. I only ever cry to myself in the comfort of my own home, behind closed doors where no one can see me.

  But there is no stopping this.

  The door opens, and Chantelle’s eyes get big almost right away. “Sas?”

  “I had nowhere else to go, Chan,” I croak, and then hiccup between a sob.

  “Oh, God. Come here.”

  She reaches out, grabs my shoulders, and hauls me into her. I go, letting it flow even harder, until my body shakes and the pain becomes even more real. Chantelle holds me through that, not saying a word, just letting me hurt the way I need to, and only when I manage to get the tears under control does she let me go and take my hand, pulling me into the apartment. She guides me to the sofa, sits me down, and then goes into the kitchen and comes back with a bottle of whiskey.

  She opens it, handing it to me.

  I love her in this moment. Really love her.

  I take the bottle and tip my head back, swallowing down a burning gulp, then another.

  It doesn’t help right away, but it will.

  For a little bit.

  That’s all I need.

  “Now,” she says, after she takes the bottle and has a sip of her own. “Tell me who did this to you, because I’m going to hunt them down and murder the fuck out of them.”

  I laugh, but it’s broken.

  “I’ve never seen you cry like this, Saskia. Never. And we’ve been friends for a long, long time. So, start talking, I’ll be here planning my revenge.”

  I take the bottle and have another sip, and then I tell her everything. She knows some of it already, but she doesn’t know much more from after I helped Theresa. When I’m done, I take another sip, and slowly, my body finally becomes warm.

  It feels good.

  Even if just for a moment.

  “Holy. Fuck.”

  I nod, wiping any remaining wetness from my cheeks. “That about covers it.”

  “So, Theresa and Yolanda set it all up. They went to such lengths to get that jewelry.”

  “Yeah, and to make it look like it was me. What a perfect plan. If it wasn’t for the fact, that I got the chance to tell Scarlett and she let me out, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now, I’d still be tied up at that clubhouse, with all those angry bikers accusing me of something I didn’t do.”

  “Firstly, when I see them again, I’m going to punch every one of them in the balls, because fuck them for ever thinking you’d do something so awful.”

  “To be fair, we’re twins, I would have probably thought the same thing …”

  “I don’t care!” she snaps. “I don’t care, they should have, at the very least, told you everything and let you speak, instead of accusing you, not telling you why, and chaining you up like a dog.”

  She makes a valid point.

  “And as for Mason …”

  Hearing his name hurts, right in my heart, and I don’t like that. Not one single bit.

  “Mason can go to hell,” I whisper.

  “Yes. Yes, he can. Right down with your sister, because when I get my hands on her, I’m going to ring her filthy neck.”

  “I don’t care about her anymore,” I say, my voice devoid of emotion.

  “I’m so sorry you had to see Mason with her, it was bad enough when it was Enzo, but to see Mason, a man who is so good to you, a man who you’ve gotten so close to, in the same position is hard, honey.”

  “Yeah,” I whisper. “I know he didn’t know, but you’re right, if he had just told me what was going on right from the start and let me talk, none of it would have ever happened. He didn’t let me speak, he didn’t even give me a chance, and because of that, I don’t think I can forgive him.”

  She nods and reaches out, taking the bottle. “You deserve a lot, Saskia, a lot. And, it pains me this is happening to you because Mason is a good guy, and I guess with club life, comes, I don’t know, them living the way they do and behaving the way they do, but they should have believed in you.”

  I swallow, and nod. “I don’t know what I’m going to do from here, Chan. Where do I go? I have no job …”

  “You stay here, I have a spare room. When you get a job, you can find another apartment. We’ll get your stuff shipped here, you don’t have to go back there. I’ll make sure you don’t have to see them again, if you don’t want.”

  The thought of not seeing them again actually hurts a whole lot more than I thought it would. I like the club, and the ladies, and everyone I met through it. I liked living with Mason. I liked the job. I was actually happy for the first time in such a long time, and now that’s all gone, all because of Yolanda.

  It’s always because of Yolanda.

  My heart aches so hard it hurts.

  “It’s going to be okay, honey, I promise.”

  I meet my friend’s eyes. “I need to be distracted, I really do. I can’t think any more about this tonight, it hurts far too much, and I just don’t think I can deal. Tell me something, how are things with Boston?”

  She frowns. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Well, he kept calling, and I ignored it. He showed up here yesterday, all angry and broody because I hadn’t answered his calls. Those bikers are a whole different kettle of fish, aren’t they? They really know how to take a situation and get all twisted up about it.”

  I snort and take another drink. “That they do.”

  “Anyway, I didn’t let him in. I told him I wasn’t going to be his play thing, that even though we had fun, I had more self-respect than that. I didn’t need to come second while he chased another woman. He told me that wasn’t what I was, and got all angry, and sexy, and told me Penny is just a friend and she needed him.”

  I snort. Because bullshit Penny is just a friend. Right now, that might be all she is, but if he didn’t care about her, he wouldn’t have gone running after her. He would have made sure she was okay and that was that. I think Boston is very confused, but I also think he does actually really like Chantelle, too. He isn’t the using type. Which means he’s highly conflicted.

  “I told him,” Chantelle continues, “that I’m not stupid, and he needed to wake up to himself, that he most certainly did care about her slightly more than friendship. To which he got all hot and gr
abbed me, and kissed me, and dammit I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it, for a few seconds, at least.”

  I smile, and she flushes.

  “But, I pushed him off and told him I’m not into love triangles. He left but, honestly, I’m weak, Sas. I’m weak when it comes to him. I want him to keep coming back. I want him to call me. I want him to want me. And I hate that. It feels like a competition now, like the stupid insecure part of my brain is telling me I need to win, and I need to be better than her. And I hate that. Because, she’s lovely, and I don’t want to get involved in this.”

  I understand that.

  Feeling like you’re less than someone else is a gut-wrenching feeling. But, what she doesn’t see so clearly now is that if she doesn’t stop this and he does happen to develop deeper feelings for Penny and goes off with her that her insecurities will eat her alive.

  It’ll be something she’ll struggle forever to get over.

  And I don’t want that for her.

  “I get that,” I tell her. “Honestly, I do. But please, Chan, keep reminding yourself of how it will feel if he does go deeper with Penny and you’re left hurt. Your insecurities will be a whole lot worse then.”

  She exhales and takes the bottle, drinking another big gulp. “You’re right, I know you’re right, which makes me angry at myself for struggling to stay away from him. And I am struggling, so damned bad. I keep telling myself how much it’ll suck if he chooses Penny, but then that little part thinks, what if he does actually want me and what he has with her isn’t what I think it is? What if they are just caring friends.”

  And maybe that is the case, but I still think it’s risky. No matter the situation between all of them.

  “Maybe,” I say softly. “Just be careful, Chan. That’s all I can tell you. You’re a smart girl, and you’re well old enough to know what’s right and what’s wrong, so just go with your gut. Always trust your gut.”

  She looks to me, and then nods. “Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “Ditto,” I murmur.

  “But there is something I’m going to say before we drink the rest of this alcohol and wipe ourselves out.”

  I nod. “Hit me.”

  “I think you should go to the club, and I think you should say what you need to say, before you end all of this. Not just to Mason, but to all of them. Let them know what you think. I think, in the long run, it’s going to help you so much.”