Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (31 page)

Wife. She was their wife. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t
taken vows. It didn’t matter that he’d never told her he loved her. She was
theirs, and he refused to let her go.

“He won’t go anywhere without these.” Riley pulled a piece
of denim out of his pocket. “With the security system off, I managed to sneak
in the side door before that
asswipe
put a guard on
it. I snagged a pair of scissors and pulled the pockets off seven pairs before
I heard them coming. I had to leave the rest there. I just managed to creep
out. Between what I have and what
Kinley
hid, we’ve
managed to tuck away about eighty percent of those diamonds. He’s not going
anywhere without them.”

So they had some kind of leverage. But so did Jansen. “He
has Dominic.”

Riley’s eyes flared. “Are you kidding me?”

Law shook his head. “No. We’re all off our game, and we need
to get the fuck back on it. Do you know how many men Jansen brought with him?”

“I know there’s a dead body near the front lawn. I’m pretty
sure that was Dominic’s work. Inside, there’s Jansen,
Dargo
,
whom we saw in the elevator in New York, and at least one guy on all three of
the doors.”

“I think one left his post to bring Dominic in, maybe two.”
They needed to get in the house. He pulled his spare piece and handed it to his
brother. “Take an extra clip.”

Riley flipped the safety off his handgun and slid the extra
clip into his pocket. “Let’s head to the side door.”

“If we can take them down quietly, let’s do it.”

Jansen might be able to guess that Dominic had two
accomplices since he and Riley had kidnapped
Kinley
.
And because Jansen was Dominic’s former brother-in-law, the
asswipe
probably knew a thing or two about who Dominic shared a sex life with. Given
that, Jansen probably knew how much manpower Dominic had. So taking these
fuckers by surprise would be tough but critical.

“What the hell do we do if they threaten
Kinley
?”

Eventually, they would do just that to force her to tell
them what she knew. When she refused, they would kill her. “We have to take
them out first.”

Or die trying.

There was a high-pitched yipping from the other side of the
house. Gigi ran around the corner, her tiny body darting through the grass. She
yipped and howled and jumped as though trying to get their attention.

They didn’t need that.

Gigi ran onto the porch and right to the back door, clawing
at it in an attempt to get in.

Someone would come to investigate. Shit. He had mere
seconds.

Law crossed the space and put his back to the outer wall.

The door swung open. A man leaned out, his whole focus on
Kinley’s
little dog.

“What the fuck?” the suited-up criminal asked.

Suddenly, Butch gave a low growl as he made his appearance.
Jansen’s tool stepped onto the deck and stared at the dogs. It was just enough
of a distraction for Law to slide behind the man. Before Jansen’s guard could lift
his gun or fight back, Law had his head in his hands. With a vicious twist, a
neat crunch filled the air as he broke his opponent’s neck and released him.
The goon slid to the ground.

The dogs both stepped around the body as they trotted into
the house. Thank god the rat thing was an inside princess.

“Gigi, stay.” He kept his voice down. Butch obeyed, so Gigi
sat beside him. It wasn’t exactly obedience, but at least she wasn’t interested
in biting the males in her mistress’s life anymore.

And she was a creature of habit. Once they’d settled in here
in Alaska, he’d noticed that.
Kinley
had that dog on
a schedule. It was past her damn feeding time and Gigi would run through the
house barking until someone fed or killed her.

Law looked down the hall. No one. He looked back and gave
his brother the go sign.

“Remind me to be more polite to you in the future,” Riley
whispered.

“Put the dogs outside.”
Kinley
would kill them if some prick shot her dog.

His brother stepped over the dead body and entered the house,
shaking his head. “I have a better plan. It’s about time that thing earned her
keep. Follow me.”

Law followed, praying they were in time.

* * * *

Kinley
tried to give Greg her best
blank expression. “Why would they do that to my gorgeous jeans? I loved them.”

She sniffled a little. The tears were real. She was scared
out of her mind, but she wasn’t about to show him that. She would let him think
that her eyes were watery because she couldn’t stand the thought of her clothes
being damaged.

Greg had turned red as he held the jeans up. He seemed to
visibly take control of his reactions. “Darling, I need you to tell me where
the men who held you are. And where they’ve stashed the rest of your luggage.”

She shook her head. He’d allowed her to get dressed in pajama
bottoms and a tank top, but she’d felt utterly humiliated at being naked in
front of him. It wasn’t right. Her body was meant for Law, Riley, and Dominic.
She’d felt dirty with Greg’s eyes on her. “I don’t know. This was all they left
me.”

“And where did they go?”

She didn’t like the way his tone kept dropping. “I have no
idea. They told me I had ten minutes to shower, and then they closed the door
and left me in the bathroom.”

His eyes narrowed. “
Kinley
, the
door was unlocked when I opened it. Why wouldn’t your kidnappers lock you in?”

They had, at first, but since she’d started sleeping with
them, the trust had built. But she wasn’t about to tell Greg that. “I thought
it was locked. I guess they just think I’m too dumb to run.” She took a shaky
breath. “I’m really just too afraid. There are wild animals out there.”

There was a brief knock on the door, then Greg’s right-hand,
Vincent
Dargo
, opened it. “Bad news, boss. I just
found Benny on the front lawn. He wasn’t the shooter, but the one getting his
ass shot. Alan isn’t responding to my radio calls. We got trouble and we should
move out.”

“You haven’t found Anthony? He probably has those two
fuckheads
with him. Make sure there’s a guard on every
door. You check through every room of this house. I want that luggage.”

Vincent grimaced. “Already found it.
Uhm
,
some of the jeans are there, but I only found two pairs with the
dia
…pockets attached.”

Greg held up the ones in his hand. “The rest are like this?”

Vincent nodded. “Yeah. Anthony and whoever he’s with
probably got away with them. I think they took the product and ran. They could
be in the fucking woods by now.”

Greg turned his focus on her, but the sweet act was gone.
His voice became darker. “What do you think, darling? Do you think they’re in
the woods?”

What had she forgotten?
Kinley’s
mind raced with possibilities. Because he was obviously not buying her act
anymore. “I don’t know.”

“I’m going to give you one more chance,
Kinley
.
First, explain the red handprints on your ass. You told me they simply scared
you so I have to assume the spanking was consensual. Do you think I’m an idiot?
Do you think I don’t know what that fucker Anthony and his perverted friends
are into? I might have been able to believe you if I hadn’t seen the proof of
it myself. So try again, you fucking whore.”

There was a certain freedom in being able to let go of her
ruse. “So I take it you’re willing to admit that Dominic didn’t abuse his
sister. You killed her. The same way you planned to kill me.”

Greg’s whole demeanor changed, the concern sliding off his
face and revealing the snake that resided under his skin. “Oh, my darling girl,
I’m going to be so much rougher with you. I let Vince put Carrie down easy, but
then she wasn’t a whore. She simply heard too much one night and was going to
tell her brother everything. Now, tell me where my diamonds are.”

If she told him, she was dead. He very likely had a plan in
place to frame Dominic for her murder and call it his sadistic revenge. So she
couldn’t tell Greg what she’d done. She had to hope that Riley had gotten away
and found Law and Dominic, and that they wouldn’t leave her.

“I really don’t know.”

Greg slapped her right across the face.
Kinley
was shocked at the pain that lashed through her system. Within seconds, her
skin began to swell, her flesh aching.

He tossed the jeans aside. “You stupid whore. Do you know
what you’ve done?”

“Found out how good sex with three real men can be?”

He wound his hand in her hair, pulling it until her scalp
screamed. “Your sister told me you were cold as ice. I believed her. I should
have known that a woman always thinks with her cunt. Now, I can beat the holy
fuck out of you all day long and everyone will blame your kidnappers. I have
friends in the FBI. How do you think I got out of the first RICO charge? They
managed to intercept your little lawyer friends’ messages. They also found
Anthony’s ties to a company called Black Oak Oil. I thought it interesting that
Black Oak had a company jet leave from New York the same day you were taken with
a flight plan filed for Alaska. And that they also own this compound. It didn’t
take much to put two and two together when you can get a federal wiretap going.
So you should know that I intend to visit your little friend Annabelle after I
take care of you. I’ll pay that bitch back and make sure the lawyers who helped
Anthony never work again.”

The thought of Greg taking revenge on Annabelle and her
employers chilled
Kinley
, strengthened her resolve.
She just had to survive, to take whatever he dished out. “No, I don’t think so
because I think whoever we were meeting in Bermuda will get to you first. I
think that person is going to want their diamonds, and, oh, how sad, you seem
to have lost them.”

She braced herself, but he merely tightened his grip in her hair
and started to drag her along.

Pain exploded along her scalp as he walked toward the center
of the house.

“Vince, I think it’s time we showed little
Kinley
here what we’re capable of. She got herself
kidnapped, but those dipshits haven’t really hurt her. I think we should make
up for that. I wouldn’t want her to miss out on the full hostage experience.”

Vincent was behind her, pushing her along when she stumbled.
“I agree. And though I know you like your women a little less chunky, I never
minded fucking one with some meat on her bones. I can handle the rape portion
of her experience.”

Nausea welled. The thought of anyone else touching her made
her stomach turn.

“Thank you for that. I definitely preferred fucking her
sister.” He turned to face
Kinley
. “Did you know your
sister is the one who offered you up to me? She’s going to be my wife after
you’re dead. She’ll be thrilled to know that I had one of my employees fuck
you. Or you can tell us where the diamonds are and we can kill you quickly.”
Greg shoved her toward the couch in the main living room. To her left was the
kitchen, in front of her the hallway that led to the office, and to the right
were the massive bay windows that showed
Kinley
just
how isolated they were.

No sign of anyone except Greg’s hired muscle.

She was all alone. The feds weren’t coming because the
corrupt officers would stop them. Annabelle’s bosses were thousands of miles
away, and
Kinley
had no idea where her men were.

Vincent reached into his boot and brought out a wicked
looking knife. It was black, and she had little doubt what it had been made
for—killing. “I like playing games, too, you little whore.”

Greg stared down at her. “If I had known you were into the
kinky shit, I would have let Vince fuck you before the wedding. You’re nothing
but a piece of ass to a man, including the ones who kidnapped you. Do you
really think Dominic Anthony gives a shit about you?”

She didn’t reply, simply stared out that window, praying for
a glimpse of them.

“Anthony just wants revenge,” Greg said. “He wants me. He’ll
go to any lengths for it, including fucking my fiancée. Hell, I bet he enjoyed
that since I screwed his sister. You were just a payback for him. Nothing
more.”

Maybe they had run. Maybe they were trying to get help.

“Why would you think you could even get a man? You’re
twenty-five and the only man who ever asked you to marry him did it because
you’re a naïve little idiot. If you honestly think those men wanted to fuck
you, you’re dumber than I thought.”

She hated him. God, she hated him because he was really good
at bringing out that nasty voice in her head, the one that told her she wasn’t
good enough for Law, Dominic, and Riley, that she wasn’t smart enough or pretty
enough. It was his true talent. He likely got a lot of women to hate
themselves. Then they gave in to him.

But she could still feel Dominic’s arms around her. His
embrace hadn’t felt like revenge. It had felt like what she’d imagined love
should be. Law hadn’t been tricking her. Riley had fought the whole way…and
still ended up wanting her.

The door from the kitchen swung open and her worst nightmare
came through. Dominic’s hands were bound behind his back, and it looked like
they’d already worked him over a bit. His eye was swollen and there was a
trickle of blood on his chin.

She couldn’t hold back the little gasp that fell from her
mouth. Fear seized her.

“Ah, Mr. Anthony, it’s so nice to see you again.” That
reptilian smile crossed Greg’s face as he looked over the prisoner.

“Sorry I can’t say the same.” Dominic didn’t look her way,
just kept his eyes on Greg, not sparing her a glance.