Page 24 of Their Best Friends' Bratty Little Sister

She had to come up with a new plan. It involved their pickup. At least she could drive that better than the tractor. And by the looks of things, apart from the tractors, the pickup seemed to be their only other means of transportation in this vicinity.

If she got behind the wheel, they would have nothing to stop her with. The tractors in that instant wouldn’t work either.

That was all she needed to do. Get the keys to the pickup and drive away. It was foolproof. The only way. She wasn’t going to think of a plan b because plan b didn’t exist. The answer, the only answer was their truck.

She gave up the novel; she was too distracted to read and usually reading calmed her down, but not in this situation.

Where was Lawson?

He wasn’t there in the morning when she arrived. He hadn’t come home with them either.

The last time she had seen him, had drowned in his presence, had been yesterday when they had extracted information from her about her blackmailer.

She could still feel the pinprick sensations in the roots of her hair where Lawson had pulled. And the weight of his large palm, so rough and calloused against the skin of her throat, that touch had contributed to her climax. Everything about them contributed to that orgasm.

Where was Lawson?

The thought had started to nag and niggle at her. She needed to see him. She needed to see him standing with his brothers’ barely tolerating her presence.

Too on edge to do anything, she took an extra long pampering shower then donned a silk nightie and slipped into bed.

She tried the novel again, but her thoughts kept interrupting her.

After a few hours of turning and tossing, she gave up completely and went in search of something to drink. Preferably tea.

It was late enough that she assumed they would be asleep, but the sound of their voices coming from the den spiked her curiosity.

She heard her name. The door wasn’t closed so she stepped inside.

It looked as if Lawson had just returned and he was filling his brothers in or something that… concerned her.

Dread crawled all over her. As she neared she knew the thick envelopes on the desk they sat around contained the photos that had been taken of her without her knowledge or permission.

Why were they in Lawson’s possession now?

What did that mean?

She had expected them to relay the name of her blackmailer to her brothers and that was all. That was all they were meant to do.

But—

“Sienna,” Rowan said with a hint of warning in his voice.

“No,” she said, grabbed one of the envelopes, and tore it open.

She flushed at the images before her. She had drunk too much champagne. She had just learned she would have to give up her life for Emily Martin, it was something she owed her.

There were pictures of her short dress riding up her thighs. One where a group of equally inebriated girls flashed their boobs.

Oh God.

She opened the other envelopes and tears started to drip from her eyes. They had decided to go skinny dipping in the pool on her yacht. There were images of her completely naked and wet.

She never wanted anyone to see those images. These three men were the absolute last people on earth she wanted to see her in that light.

“I—”

“Loaded Slayer is actually someone called Angus Smith. He won’t be publishing any of this ever. We have everything and he won’t double-cross us,” Rowan said.

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