Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(104)

As lousy as the situation was, this was exactly why he'd sought a ménage. No one had been there for Carrie. When Greg had seen her as a paycheck, she'd been all alone. Three men were fighting for Kinley. She had three chances to live because every single one of them would die for her. He could relax because his brothers had his back.

"Where the fuck are the diamonds?" The man on his right shoved the barrel of his gun to his temple, jarring his head.

"I'm not saying anything to you. I'll only talk to Jansen." He needed to give Law time to do his thing. There was no doubt that Law was taking in everything, his brilliant battle mind deciding how to kill these assholes most efficiently and lethally. Law knew how to take down the enemy. He only needed time.

A foot kicked the middle of his back, and Dominic fell to his knees. Jansen's goon tucked the barrel of his gun between Dominic's neck and brain stem. One shot and he was done. "Tell me now or I shoot."

A vision of Kinley reaching for him wafted across his brain. She'd smiled slightly, like a beneficent goddess. She'd drawn them together, accepting them all. Happiness might have been short lived, but while it lasted, it had been glorious.

"No. I'm only talking to Jansen." Dominic closed his eyes and waited for whatever happened. It was so far from his usual behavior that he laughed.

"Get up, then." Someone roughly grabbed him and jerked him to his feet. "You want to talk to the boss, fine. But we're tying your hands first. I have some zip ties in my bag. We cuff him then take him to the boss."

As soon as they had bound his wrists behind him, Dominic began the long walk to the back door, every step bringing him closer to Kinley. At least he would get to see her one last time.



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Law watched as two assholes hauled Dominic along, forcing him to walk to the back of the house. 

He didn't have a shot. If he'd had a sniper rifle on him, he could blow them away, but he didn't. He had his SIG Sauer and two hundred yards between him and two moving targets. And whichever one he didn't nail first would run and warn the rest of his crew, no doubt.

He had one chance to get back in that house.

Where was Riley? God, where was Kinley? He hoped they were together. He prayed Riley had holed up with her and hidden them well.

A thousand questions ran through his head, but in the end he didn't care who had come or why. He only cared that he killed every fucker who had walked into that house, threatening his family. He would kill and kill and kill until he got to their woman. That was his job now.

He moved from the right to the left, hugging the hanger, keeping his body low as they walked Dominic along the west wall of the house to the back door. All their attention was on Dominic. He disappeared inside with a gun poking the back of his neck.

And someone was moving from the east side of the house, his body close to the walls.

Riley. His brother was alive.

Law moved along the building, trying to reach the shortest distance between him and that back porch. Two hundred yards. He had to get there without taking a bullet.

Adrenaline rushed through his system.

Riley looked out over the space between them. He stilled, his body going utterly motionless.

Law's prayers were answered as Riley saw him. He glanced behind him, before motioning Law on.

Law took off, his feet darting across the ground in utter silence. All his years of training rushed back to him, making his every move a graceful leap of faith. He stalked the distance between him and Jansen's thugs. He'd marked them for death. He would find them.

"Where the hell is Kinley?" Law asked between gritted teeth as he caught up to his brother.

Their backs were against the wall, each looking in the opposite direction, waiting for the threat.

"She's with Jansen."

Law was going to kill his brother. "You were supposed to stay with her."

"Jansen isn't going to kill her," Riley quietly explained. "He wants his diamonds too badly, so he's letting her think that he's rescuing her for now. This gives her time and a chance. I heard some of their conversation, and she's pretending that she's still afraid of us. If I had stayed, Jansen and his goons would probably have threatened to kill me. The truth would have come out, and they would have used me as leverage against Kinley."

"Yes, but now he'll take off with her." God, Jansen was probably getting ready to do that right now.

Panic threatened to overwhelm Law. He was an ice man, always cool under pressure, but the thought of his wife being taken hostage was just about enough to give him a heart attack and to send him running straight into that house like a madman.

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.