Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(103)

Dominic's vision nearly went red. He wanted to throttle that fucker. How dare he? 

"You mean, he isn't in custody?" Kinley asked. "Didn't you come with the police?"

Dominic calmed slightly because he could hear the worry in her voice. Greg would think she was worried for herself, but Dominic knew the truth. His brave and smart sub was worried for her Master. She was doing such a good job. He couldn't let his temper get them all killed. For the first time in years, he'd found something he needed more than revenge. He'd found Kinley Kohl.

Greg hesitated. "Darling, I have some men looking for him now, but the police wouldn't come and arrest him because you signed that affidavit."

The one Greg could only know about because he had a source inside the FBI, just as Dominic had suspected.

"They made me sign," she said quickly, putting just the right amount of tears in her voice. "I think they were trying to buy time. Surely, the police are still looking for me. I-I was worried they would kill me if I didn't sign. I was so afraid."

Dominic needed to figure out how many men Jansen had brought with him. He'd killed one, but there were surely more. He'd caught the one coming out of the building that housed the generator. He'd seen the SUV as soon as he emerged from the woods. It could likely hold up to eight people.

One down, potentially seven to go.

And he still didn't know where his brothers were.

Looking up and down the deck, Dominic tried to decide which direction to go. The front would surely be guarded, but the house was rambling and massive. He probably had the best shot at getting in around the back.

Dominic started easing in that direction. Leaving Kinley was hell, but he couldn't shoot the fucker through the windows. The James brothers were paranoid about their wife and kids. The glass was damn near bulletproof.

He started to work his way down the porch.

And then he heard the creak that told him someone else was walking on the wooden structure as well. He stilled, holding himself perfectly quiet.

Gigi ran forward, yipping like a maniac.

The minute Gigi pranced off, Butch darted after her. They ran toward the back, barking all the way.

A gunshot split through the air.

Gigi yipped, and Butch growled. Then the motherfucker showed himself.

Dominic took the shot. The man in black went down.

Two down, possibly six to go. But, fuck, he was going to invest in a silencer or he would get caught because it was so damn quiet out here. If they were in New York, no one would notice him defending himself.

But they were in the fucking wilds of Alaska, and the sounds of birds chirping did nothing to muffle the sound of a gun going off.

"Hold it!" A voice called out.

Dominic heard another shot, felt a bullet whiz by his left arm.

"I got him, too!" A voice from behind him yelled.

He could shoot one, but then the other would take him out, no problem. He could try to fight but he would lose. Once upon a time, that wouldn't have bothered him. He would have died simply to avenge Carrie.

But then he'd met Kinley. He'd held her and loved her. He'd dreamed of a future with her and his brothers. She'd accepted him for the good and the bad and the kinky. She'd taken everything he had to give her.

He could fight and die. But that's not what Carrie would have wanted. She would have expected him to live for Kinley.

Now he just might die for her, too.

Dominic let the gun drop. "You won't find the diamonds without me."

He would take the beating, the humiliation that was sure to come, in order to give his brothers and their woman some time to escape.

He dropped his gun, opening himself to simply being killed on the spot. Thirty-one years into his life, and he'd finally found his true weakness: A sweet submissive with honey blonde hair and a smile like the sun. His love. His wife.



       
         
       
        

He would die so she could have a chance to live.

But he wouldn't die without a fight. "I know where the diamonds are. You need those, don't you? Your boss will be very upset if you kill the only man who can lead you to them."

"Fuck. Don't shoot him yet. Jansen needs to hear this." The one on his right kicked the gun out of the way.

The one on his left moved in. "Put your hands over your head."

Dominic held his hands up, though it pained him. In the distance, he saw movement by the hanger. A single figure shifted, as though taking in the danger before hiding himself again.

Law had seen him. Law knew what had happened. Law would do what it took.

Even if he died, Law would come for Kinley. If both he and Riley died, Law would kill them all and then take care of Kinley.