Page 43 of Bought By Three Men

Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” Ethan called out as he pulled the sheet over me.

One of Tristan’s servants stepped in. I had seen him around the mansion but didn’t know his name.

“Sir, we checked the cameras. No one has been in or out. We are still checking, but right now, we have no information.” The man looked anywhere but at Ethan.

“It was Brad.” I sat up. The sheet dropped.

Ethan growled and pulled the sheet back up. The man turned around. Damn it, I didn’t mean to flash him.

“Thank you, Daryl,” Ethan replied.

“You’re welcome, sir. Should we find this Brad person?” Daryl asked, still not looking.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Ethan said.

“It’s him,” I snapped.

Ethan tucked my hair behind my ear. “Okay, Daryl, look for a Brad Busby and bring him in.”

“Yes, sir. Shall I inform Mr. Miller?” Daryl asked.

“Yes, and let him know everything is under control and Joseph is safe. Also, please tell my father our meeting will have to wait until tomorrow.” Ethan dismissed Daryl.

“Go have your meeting. I’ll be fine.” I tried to pull out of his grasp.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight until the culprit is caught.” Ethan pulled me tighter.

“Then it looks like you are going on a date with Adam Gould and me.” I snuggled into him.

Adam Gould may be rude and had no manners when it came to letters, but he was punctual. At precisely six o’clock, a car pulled up in front of Tristan’s mansion. A giant of a man got out and opened the door for me. He was the biggest man I had ever seen and had crazy hair sticking out in all directions. I was about to ask if he was Adam when the man spotted Ethan.

“Ethan Moore!” He grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, lifting him off the ground. Since Ethan was over six feet tall, I was impressed.

“Bri, put me down.” Ethan wiggled his legs.

“Oh, sorry.” Bri dropped Ethan.

I cleared my throat.

“Wow, Miss Palmer, you are prettier than your picture.” Bri did a half-bow.

“You’ve seen my picture?” My cheeks reddened.

“Yes. We can’t be late. Mr. Gould would be distraught.” Bri opened the car door.

I slid in first. Ethan and Bri exchanged a few words before he got in. I gave him a questioning look, and he waved me off.

“How do you know Bri?” I leaned in to ask so Bri didn’t hear us.

“We had a run-in.” He patted my hand, clearly ending our conversation.

The entire way to wherever we were going, probably a restaurant, I imagined what Adam must have been like. His looks didn’t matter to me. Even if he was deformed as Ethan said. It was how he had been acting so far that bothered me. He sent letters and demanded I go out with him tonight. Yes, I was about to be his wife, but that didn’t give him a right to order me around.

My stomach turned. The letters. Both of the letters from Adam arrived at the same time as the death threats. With all the blood in my room, I hadn’t checked to see if there was another letter from Adam. Had he sent the threats? He could have been trying to scare me into leaving Ethan and Tristan so he could have me to himself.

As self-centered as that sounded, it could have been true. He bought me not knowing two others did the same. He could have wanted a wife all to himself.

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