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Paying off her blackmailer was one of them. She had acted stupidly in a rash moment of stress, drank too much and that was her fault, but not the other parts, where her privacy was so grossly invaded, she wanted to be sick about it.

Then there was the other thing she had to do. The one to save Emily Martin’s life. She called that her repentance. It had to be done.

She put everything into her screams. Every feeling of frustration, hurt, sorrow, anger, fear.

“You sure you want to play it this way?” Cameron asked, next to her.He didn’t even need to raise his voice for her to hear the rough timbre of his tone. “I mean, have you seen the size of Rowan’s belt?”

In between her tantrum, she frowned for a split second but didn’t stop the momentum of her conniption, because "conniption" felt like an appropriate word to use.

Belt?

What did Rowan’s belt have to do with her throwing a tantrum of note?

But now that she thought of it, there was also something about them taking her over their knees. With her brothers’ permission.

She wasn’t connecting all the dots. Or maybe she was… and this was denial.

Chapter Four

Fuck her life.

She needed to take a breath. She stopped mid-scream and boy did she enjoy that moment of silence. She was giving herself a headache.

“I won’t stop screaming. Trust me,” she threatened. She was behaving like a lunatic, but this was how far they had driven her, and she was acting up as a last resort.

“Turn this vehicle around and take me back to the plane, or just stop right here and let me get off.”

“No,” Rowan said from the front seat.

She gave a defeated sob at the thought that she would have to start her verbal tantrum again. Nope. She was scream-depleted.

She had to find other ways to get herself free.

She dived over Cameron’s lap; her eyes fixed on the door handle. She didn’t care if she went rolling out of the moving vehicle, although surely Lawson would stop the truck if that happened, and she wouldn’t injure herself too much. She hoped.

“Whoa,” Cameron grunted, with his hands in the air.

For a split second, time stood still as she envisioned the scene she had created. She was basically sprawled over his lap, her ass in the air, wearing yoga pants.

In her defense, her attire was to make her brothers think she was going to the gym if they intercepted her while she was trying to escape. She had every intention of changing into something else.

But that wasn’t all.

She jumped back up in a flash when she felt something hard dig into her belly. She gave him a horrified look; that was more for her sake at the steamy hotness in her cheeks and because her whole body seemed to come alive.

“Argg. Gross,” she spluttered because she felt she needed to say something to that effect.

“It hasn’t even started getting gross yet,” Cameron muttered arrogantly while holding her gaze.

That’s it. She had to get out of their damn truck.

She had every intention of climbing to the front seat and creating enough chaos that they had to stop the truck.

“Cameron, for fuck’s sake, keep her down,” Rowan growled as he turned around and pushed her back into her seat.

“Stay,” he barked at her. “And be quiet. I swear if I have to listen to you scream one more second, you’re going to regret it.”

Yeah, right.

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