Page 8 of Their Best Friends' Bratty Little Sister

She made another attempt, but this time Cameron shot out his arm and laid it across her chest, effortlessly keeping her in place.

She didn’t dare move. Not when her nipples had started, horrendously, to harden under his touch. There was no way he couldnotfeel them.

“Tit for tat.” He grinned. Oh, how she wanted to hit him.

Fine. She opened her mouth and resumed her screaming, vacillating between calling them maniacs and demanding to be let out of their truck instantly, the same tune she had used before. Rowan could take his threats and stick them up his uptight asshole for all she cared.

Why did she have to resort to such pathetic, childish behavior? Because everyone was in her business and wouldn’t leave her alone.

She had everything figured out. She did, she assured herself, trying to silence the voice that had started nagging at her that maybe she didn’t have it all as properly figured out as she had thought. And if she had, wouldn’t she have told Alyson exactly what had happened, what Emily Martin had been forced to ask her to do? All of it. Wouldn’t she have told her best friend in the whole world, everything?

But she knew that it was serious enough that Alyson would go straight to her brothers and tell them everything despite the code of their friendship. This went beyond that code and required executive decisions. Her brothers wouldn’t understand that she needed to do this. It was her punishment for what she had done.

When they finally stopped the car, she had run out of steam and sealed her lips. There had to be another way and she would be better off preserving her energy.

She couldn’t help but be blown away by the sheer beauty of the land now that her attention was undivided. Nestled in the mountains, was a beautiful house that despite its large size still came off as quaint. With diamond-paned windows, wide eaves, and a catslide roof, the single-story structure had a whimsical feel to it.

The sun had taken on a light-orange hue and the air had chilled a bit. She hadn’t realized it would be full swing winter sooner than expected as she hugged herself while looking around her.

The silence except for the occasional bark of a dog, the rustle of trees, and the faint whinnying of a few horses provided her with a weird kind of comfort.

Which was strange. The house she lived in back home, which they called a ranch because it had once been a working ranch, had recently failed to give her this kind of quietness. Maybe it was because the house before her wasn’t grand in any way, but rather pleasant, cozy with just the right amount of disrepair to give it a charming character.

And she had clearly knocked her head somewhere.

She was Sienna Gallagher. She had a private chef; her water was imported and she flew to Paris or Milan for day shopping trips multiple times a month.

She partied in dresses that cost as much as was needed to run a small town for a few days. Her shoes were encrusted with diamonds, or emeralds depending on her mood. Her spa treatments were being covered in gold.

She did nothing if not live up to the reputation of being an heiress. Spending large was her middle name. Until her brothers took everything away from her at a time when she needed it most.

With those thoughts came the reality of her life. She couldn’t be here. She had to leave. At once.

While she had been taking in the view, the three men had left her behind at the truck and were making their way to the house already.

“Okay, just wait,” she shouted at their broad backs, then had to scramble to keep up.

They didn’t stop.

Instead, she had to trail after them into the house, her gaze flying between them and her surroundings. She followed them to the kitchen which was a large, light, and airy room, with hand-painted blue cupboards and a collection of copper pans hanging from the ceiling but within reach.

It was vintage through and through and something told her they didn’t intentionally want it that way. That was how the kitchen came and that was how it would remain. Even the fridge looked retro without purposefully trying to be trendy.

“This isn’t going to work out. My brothers might have thought they were helping by sending me here to clear my head, but they’re not. They’re making things worse. I need to leave. I need to leave right now. Please. You don’t understand how important it is for me to be… somewhere else right now.”

She was speaking to the walls. They didn’t even so much as acknowledge her.

Lawson collected three whiskey glasses from a cupboard above her head which forced her to move out of his way instantly. He really, truly did not like her at all.

Cameron took out a bottle of whiskey from a bottom cupboard and threw it to Rowan who caught the bottle in one hand then filled the three glasses.

Sienna watched them gulp it down in one go. Her frustration reached new heights. She clenched her fists and stomped her feet.

“I demand to be taken back. If this was a prelude to teach me a lesson, it’s over. I want to go back and you three… you three troglodytes are going to take me back right now or I’m going to start—”

She didn’t get further than that. By the time she uttered the word “troglodytes,” Rowan had poured himself another drink, downed it in a second then stalked toward her.

She stepped back in confusion and what she realized resembled agitation. Something was going to happen to her and it was going to hurt.

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