Page 66 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Wait, are you serious?” Sean asked. “You locked her in?”

Sam shot him a hard look. “You really think I’m going to let my daughter drive off like that? I need to talk to her.”

Seth formed his mouth into a hard line. “Bro, I get it, I do. But we know Amy almost as well as you do, enough to know that she’s not going to sit there while you lecture her. She needs to cool down, have some time to process things.”

“She can process it later. Right now, she’s driving out of my life, possibly forever.”

Without another word, Sam turned and began running toward the garage, disappearing inside.

“No sense in trying to talk him out of it,” Seth said.

“Should we go with him?” Sean asked.

Seth shook his head. “Nah. We all show up she’s going to feel trapped again, start lashing out. Not a good idea for Sam to do what he’s doing, but let’s not make it any worse.”

Sam pulled out of the garage in a black luxury car, starting down the driveway and vanishing around the bend toward the gate. Once he was gone, the guys turned to me.

“How are you?” Sean asked. “I realize it’s a stupid question after what just happened, but still.”

I let out a sigh, pure despondency running through me. Truth of the matter was that I wanted to drop to my knees and cry.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Seth said. “I can tell by the way you look right now.”

There was no sense in trying to lie. I felt like total shit. All the same, I didn’t wantmyfeelings to be the center of attention. The situation with Amy was more important than that.

“I need to be alone right now,” I said. “We can talk about it later.”

The guys shared a look, as if trying to decide if it was a good idea to leave me alone.

“Take some time,” Sean said finally. “We’re here if you want to talk, OK?”

I swallowed. “OK.”

I hurried into the house, tears pouring from my eyes the second I was alone. I spotted a few members of the staff, and, not wanting to put on a dramatic display in front of them, I quickly wiped my eyes and hurried upstairs. My first instinct was to go to my room, but when I remembered that was where Amy had walked in on us, the idea of being in there again was enough to make me sick to my stomach.

I had no idea where I was going to go to be alone, instead running up the stairs with no clear destination in mind. Sam was gone, which meant that his office was empty. Maybe he’d have a problem with me going in there alone but I didn’t care. I ran down the hall, hurrying into his office and shutting the door behind me.

Once I was finally by myself, I dropped to my knees and let out the tears that had been building. I sobbed like a madwoman, unable to believe what had just occurred. It all felt like some horrible dream, the worst possible thing that could’ve happened—happened. Amy had not only found out about us, but she’dwalked in on it.

When I’d cried all I could, I wiped the tears away to look up and see Sam’s computer on his desk. I rose, moving toward it and noticing that security camera footage was on the monitor. An idea occurred to me, and I hurried behind his desk and scanned the screen. The huge monitor was broken up into nine frames, all different parts of the house. With shaking hands, I touched the arrow key on the keyboard and cycled through the different cameras. After a minute or two, I landed on the one I wanted—the camera covering the front gate. Sure enough, Amy and Sam were there, standing outside of their parked cars as the two of them were deep in discussion.

I didn’t need sound to understand that the conversation wasn’t a good one; both of their faces were marked with anger, Sam standing with his arms crossed and Amy’s hands flailing around as she tore into him. My curiosity got the better of me as I watched and I moved the mouse cursor to expand the screen and unmute the camera.

“…me gonow!” Amy yelled. “You’re locking me in! This is imprisonment!”

“Amy, you need to calm down,” Sam said. “Please, we need to talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about? Youandthose freakshow brothers of yours screwed my best friend. Well,formerbest friend.” I deserved it, but God, it hurt like hell to hear her talk about me that way.

“There’s got to be a way we can work past this,” Sam said. “Let’s just calm down and talk it over, alright?”

Amy scoffed. “Figures that you can’t turn off that computer brain of yours for two seconds to see this from my perspective. You’re standing there acting like I’m some irrational idiot who can’t see past my emotions. Trust me, I’ve been dealing with that crap since I was a little kid.”

“I understand where you’re coming from. All the same, I can’t just let you run off like this. Where are you even going to go?”

“What difference does it make to you? I’ll get a hotel then fly back to the states. I came here to surprise all of you, but I was the one who ended up being surprised. It looks like you’d all rather have your privacy so you, Gen, and your brothers can continue whatever gross shit it is you’ve been up to.”

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