"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."