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

You
don’t know Jansen or what’s going on behind the scenes. If you’ll calm down,
I’ll explain it to you.”
    “Go to he—”
    “Did you realize that your fiancé took out a life insurance
policy on you two weeks ago?” Riley butted in.
    Her eyes widened. That got her attention… Then her body slumped,
shoulders curling in as though she was protecting herself from a blow. “No.”
    “He did,” Riley confirmed. “I have copies of the policy, Kinley . In the event of your death, he’s the sole
beneficiary.”
    She took a deep breath and seemed to rally. “So? Married
people take out policies on one another. They protect their future, just in
case. I’m sure he took one out on himself, too. He probably meant to tell me,
but life has been so chaotic. All we’ve been able to talk about lately is the
wedding. After the ceremony, he would have told me.”
    “No, he wouldn’t. And he didn’t buy a policy that would
protect you in the event of his death. He only made sure that he’d pocket money
if you died.” Law hated stripping away her illusions. She might not love Greg
Jansen, but she’d certainly thought well enough of him to marry him and trust
her future with him. His guess? Kinley felt guilty
for not loving her fiancé.
    “That doesn’t prove anything. I’m sure after our honeymoon,
he would have talked to me about taking out a policy on him. You’re acting like
insurance is a crime. I’m sure he just…wanted to feel secure.”
    “And he needed a ten-million-dollar policy to do it?”
    “What?” She half gasped, half choked the question. “Ten
million dollars? Why would he need that much money if I died? He’s already
rich.”
    Now she was finally listening. “That’s a good question, one
we’ve been asking since we discovered the policy.” Law nudged Riley out of the
way and led her to the great room. “I know this is a lot to think about. Sit
down and I’ll get you some coffee, baby.”
    She put a hand up to stop him. “No. I’m not going to sit
down and have a civilized conversation with the men who drugged me and took me
to…god knows where. Just because Greg did something that doesn’t make sense to
you, you’re casting him in the worst possible light. There must be some
reasonable explanation. If I asked him to explain it, I have little doubt it
would be perfectly logical. Why are you even telling me this? You’re criminals,
men who kidnap innocent women. And I told you to stop calling me baby.”
    Riley was right back to his interrogation. “Use your head, Kinley . We know why you’re marrying Jansen, and it has
absolutely nothing to do with love.”
    “How would you know that?”
    Riley shrugged a little as though he didn’t really give a
shit. “It’s the way women like you work.”
    Her perfectly plucked brows rose. “Women like me? What do
you mean by that?”
    “Beautiful women.”
    “You think I’m beautiful?” She frowned, then shook off the
question. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
    Riley’s stare slid off her, his fist clenching. “Yeah.
Gorgeous society women like you don’t give a shit what a man is really like.
You only care about how much money he has or how he can enhance your public
image.”
    His brother was never going to get over Simone. One lousy
woman, one lame relationship, and she’d ruined Riley for all time. God, Law
wished he’d never fucking met her.
    “Give Kinley a break,” he told his
brother.
    Once again, she seemed intent on defending herself. Law was
actually a little proud of her.
    “You have no idea who I am,” she insisted through clenched
teeth. “None. And I don’t want breakfast. I want to go back to the hotel. Greg
must be waiting to hear from me and is terribly worried. You ruined my wedding,
you bastards. I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon now.”
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” Riley got right in her face.
His voice was low and grave.
    “ Ry , tread lightly.” He felt the
same way, but there was