Free Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 by Lexi Blake, Shayla Black

fed.”
    “No! I have to get out of here now. I have to find Greg. How
am I going to explain this to him?”
    Riley’s eyes narrowed, and Law knew whatever came out of his
mouth was going to be nasty. He was obviously taking on the bad-cop role.
Because he’d been listening to Dominic again. Because he wanted her and he
didn’t know how to not imagine that she wasn’t Simone all over again. Riley
hated being confused. It brought out his worst. Law sighed.
    “You miss your sugar daddy?” Riley glared.
    Kinley whirled back to his brother
and her voice shook. “He’s my fiancé.”
    It was obvious to Law that she hadn’t enjoyed the
accusation.
    Unfortunately, it wasn’t obvious to Riley. “Really? You had
a very quick engagement. You went out with him for a month and decided you were
in love?”
    Her eyes slid to the floor. “It’s none of your business. I’m
not talking until you tell me why I’m here. If you don’t want money…”
    “You see, I think you don’t love Jansen any more than he
loves you. I think he bought you.”
    “That’s utterly ridiculous,” she shot back. “I don’t have to
listen to this. Move out of my way. I’m leaving.”
    “No, you’re not.” Riley didn’t budge, just crossed his arms
over his chest and blocked the narrow hallway. Then he invaded her space,
backing her up into Law. “I think Jansen wanted your social connections. They
would be very helpful to a man like him.”
    “A man like him?”
    Riley sent her an ugly laugh. “Like you don’t know
everything about Jansen. I have no doubt that you know exactly what he does for
a living and you just don’t care.”
    “He’s an importer,” she replied hesitantly, nervously,
trying to stand her ground. “He imports merchandise, then he sells it. He also
helps foreign companies make connections in the States.”
    Kinley sounded like she was
repeating something she’d forced herself to memorize.
    “Baby, no.” Law kept his voice low because he was pretty
sure she was going to be hurt by the fact that Jansen had been lying to her.
“He’s a criminal.”
    “You’re wrong. I’ve been to his offices. His business is
legitimate. Your accusations are preposterous, and I’m not talking to you. Stop
calling me baby.”
    Riley pressed his advantage, towering over her, backing her
up again until her ass rubbed his cock. “His business is a front. He’s in bed
with more than one mafia group. He’s making a name for himself in the cleaning
biz.”
    Law gripped her hips to keep her from backing into his
granite-stiff erection. “It’s true, swee … My brother
isn’t lying.”
    “Greg doesn’t own Laundromats,” she argued.
    Riley’s eyes rolled. “Going to play the dumb blonde, huh? He
launders money, cupcake. But I suspect you knew that. How many people died so
you could have that ridiculously expensive luggage or wear that overdone bling
all over the ass of your jeans? You think you’re just selling him your social
connections and that pretty, tight pussy of yours, but he’s Satan and you sold
him your soul.”
    A loud smack cracked the air around them as Kinley slapped Riley’s cheek. She didn’t back down an inch
now. She tilted her head up and glared at him. “Don’t talk to me that way! I
might be here against my will, but I won’t have it. I’m still a lady.”
    Riley stepped back. “Sure you are, cupcake. The sort who
sells herself to gangsters.”
    Law sighed. His brother was fucking this up. “Enough, bro.
Let her shower and eat and take a fucking breath.”
    Kinley ignored him. “I don’t know
what your game is or what you want, but I don’t deserve this. If you’re some
enemy of Greg’s, then take up your problems with him. Why involve me, especially
by taking me from my wedding?”
    Tears streaked down her face, ruining what was left of her
makeup, and Law couldn’t stand it a second longer. “ Kinley ,
we’re not going to hurt you. I promise. We really are here to help you.