Page 79 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

Mark let out a derisive laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? What, you want to go down the street to Starbucks so you can scream your head off the moment we’re out in public? Not a chance.”

With that, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded-up newspaper article and throwing it at me. I didn’t need to look at it to know it was the tabloid.

“I always knew you had it in you,” he said. “But I guess being the dumb fuck that I am thought you’d be able to keep a handle on your whore-ish impulses. Look at you now, a fuck toy for some billionaires.” He squatted down in front of me, putting his hands on his knees. “How do they do it? All at once? God, I don’t even want to know what you look like when they’re done having their fun with you.”

“Please… please…” I sounded pathetic, but it was all I could say. My body ached from the pain of getting yanked around and thrown to the ground.I was worried he may have hurt my baby.

“Is that how you beg for it from them?” he asked. “’Please, please, give it to me, Bradshaw boys?’Pathetic. I should’ve known better than to be so good to you when you really wanted nothing more than to be a piece of meat for whoever had the most money. They pay you, too? Send you out the door with a little spending money tucked into your underwear?” He raised his hand as if to strike me.

“Mark, please, I’m pregnant.”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth I knew they’d been a mistake to say. The rage that instantly appeared in his eyes told me I’d really fucked up.

“You’re…what?”

No going back. “I’m pregnant. Please, don’t hurt me or my baby. Please.”

He stayed still and quiet, reminding me right away of a calm before a storm. Then, with incredible and frightening speed and power, he lunged toward me, yanking me off the ground by my wrist and pulling me to my feet.

“You fucking slut!” He pulled me toward the door, wrenching it open and practically dragging me out into the hallway, his hand clamped over my mouth. I used what little strength I had left to struggle, to try and break free, to no avail.

He pulled me out onto the city street and I looked up to see the red and blue flashing of an NYPD police car pulling around the block. One came from up ahead, another from the opposite direction. The pair of cars screeched to a halt, police officers bursting forth.

Everything that happened next was hazy and a little dream-like. The cops, guns drawn, shouted commands to Mark. He yelled something back, then shoved me as hard as he could. I launched from him, stumbling forward in the direction of a lamppost, my head bouncing off of it with a hardthunk, the world going black all around me.

Chapter 32

Sam

I’d slept restlessly the entire flight, my mind entirely on Gen.

We were stuck in some of the worst New York traffic I’d ever encountered in my life. The streets were packed tightly, the cars lurching forward by an inch or two, enough to make you queasy.

“We’ll be there soon,” Sean said, reaching over and slapping my knee. “Until then, just try to enjoy the ride.”

Seth let out a wry laugh. “Yeah, nothing like being stuck in this shit. Pretty sure we could walk faster.” He waved his hand toward the scene around us, the din of honking horns faint through the windows of our chauffeured car. We were in midtown, the towers of the area rising up into the clouds overhead.

“Less than an hour here and I’m already remembering why the hell we moved to France,” I said, craning my neck to get a glimpse of the skyscrapers around us. “How on earth does anyone live like this.”

“No kidding,” Seth added. “Millions of people all around you at all hours. And no five-minute walk to the beach.”

“Here’s what I’m thinking,” I said. “When we talk to Amy, we do our best to get her through what’s going on. If that works, we can plant the idea in her head of moving out of this damn city.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Seth stated. “This is all assuming she actually wants to talk about all of this.”

Sean nodded. “And then there’s the matter of Gen.”

Silence fell in the car. Amy, as upset as she might’ve been, at least had offered an olive branch. Gen, on the other hand, was still an unknown element. She’d made no effort to say she’d wanted to see us. Hell, we didn’t even know where in the city she was staying. There was a damn good chance that we’d leave without getting a chance to say a single word to her.

I turned my attention to the window once more, watching the people of the city making their way up and down the busy sidewalks of Midtown.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Hm, text from Amy.” I muttered as I took my phone out, glancing over at Sean and Seth. Sure enough, they both had their phones in their hands.

“Shit,” Seth said. “Shit, shit.”

“What the hell?” Sean asked, his eyes on his phone.

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