Page 175 of Five Brothers

But for some reason, I haven’t said no yet. I know Dallas isn’t asking me to do anything he wouldn’t be willing to do himself.

He would do it.

“Will it help?” I ask quietly. “Will a Conroy on camera get you what you want?”

He lowers me to my feet, takes out his phone, and tosses it to one of his brothers, but I don’t see who.

He touches my face. “We’ll forget the camera is even there. I promise.”

He drops down in front of me, holding my eyes as he starts to slide his hands up my skirt.

I reach down and grab his hands, but I don’t pull them off. “Start the camera, Trace,” he says. And then to his other brother, “Army, take off her shirt.”

Oh my God.

I can’t get enough air. I’m suffocating.

Army moves, Dallas starts to slide my underwear down, and I suck in a breath and freeze.

Shit.

I start to push him away, but then … a throat clears loudly, and I dart my eyes up.

Santos stands in the open doorway, so big he takes up the entire frame.

I suck in a breath, yanking away from Dallas and fixing my underwear.

What the hell? What was I doing?

Trace and Army twist around, and Dallas stands up tall. I adjust my clothes, pushing hair out of my face that fell from my ponytail.

“Santos?” Army blurts out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I swallow through my parched mouth, my face hot.

“Macon says to bring her home,” Santos says.

Army moves forward. “What?”

“How did …?” Dallas starts but stops.

Then … they all glance at the corner of the room behind them. I follow their gaze, not seeing anything.

But as I step to the side, the light from a lamp catches a small piece of glass on the corner, near the ceiling, above a deer antler.

A lens. Army had said they have cameras here.

My chin trembles. Macon just saw all of that?

“How did you get here so fast?” Army asks him.

Santos looks down at his shoes, deliberately not answering.

Army laughs bitterly, shaking his head.

“What?” I ask him. What’s so funny?

“He has a guard on you,” Army tells me.