"And where did they go?"
She didn't like the way his tone kept dropping. "I have no idea. They told me I had ten minutes to shower, and then they closed the door and left me in the bathroom."
His eyes narrowed. "Kinley, the door was unlocked when I opened it. Why wouldn't your kidnappers lock you in?"
They had, at first, but since she'd started sleeping with them, the trust had built. But she wasn't about to tell Greg that. "I thought it was locked. I guess they just think I'm too dumb to run." She took a shaky breath. "I'm really just too afraid. There are wild animals out there."
There was a brief knock on the door, then Greg's right-hand, Vincent Dargo, opened it. "Bad news, boss. I just found Benny on the front lawn. He wasn't the shooter, but the one getting his ass shot. Alan isn't responding to my radio calls. We got trouble and we should move out."
"You haven't found Anthony? He probably has those two fuckheads with him. Make sure there's a guard on every door. You check through every room of this house. I want that luggage."
Vincent grimaced. "Already found it. Uhm, some of the jeans are there, but I only found two pairs with the dia … pockets attached."
Greg held up the ones in his hand. "The rest are like this?"
Vincent nodded. "Yeah. Anthony and whoever he's with probably got away with them. I think they took the product and ran. They could be in the fucking woods by now."
Greg turned his focus on her, but the sweet act was gone. His voice became darker. "What do you think, darling? Do you think they're in the woods?"
What had she forgotten? Kinley's mind raced with possibilities. Because he was obviously not buying her act anymore. "I don't know."
"I'm going to give you one more chance, Kinley. First, explain the red handprints on your ass. You told me they simply scared you so I have to assume the spanking was consensual. Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think I don't know what that fucker Anthony and his perverted friends are into? I might have been able to believe you if I hadn't seen the proof of it myself. So try again, you fucking whore."
There was a certain freedom in being able to let go of her ruse. "So I take it you're willing to admit that Dominic didn't abuse his sister. You killed her. The same way you planned to kill me."
Greg's whole demeanor changed, the concern sliding off his face and revealing the snake that resided under his skin. "Oh, my darling girl, I'm going to be so much rougher with you. I let Vince put Carrie down easy, but then she wasn't a whore. She simply heard too much one night and was going to tell her brother everything. Now, tell me where my diamonds are."
If she told him, she was dead. He very likely had a plan in place to frame Dominic for her murder and call it his sadistic revenge. So she couldn't tell Greg what she'd done. She had to hope that Riley had gotten away and found Law and Dominic, and that they wouldn't leave her.
"I really don't know."
Greg slapped her right across the face. Kinley was shocked at the pain that lashed through her system. Within seconds, her skin began to swell, her flesh aching.
He tossed the jeans aside. "You stupid whore. Do you know what you've done?"
"Found out how good sex with three real men can be?"
He wound his hand in her hair, pulling it until her scalp screamed. "Your sister told me you were cold as ice. I believed her. I should have known that a woman always thinks with her cunt. Now, I can beat the holy fuck out of you all day long and everyone will blame your kidnappers. I have friends in the FBI. How do you think I got out of the first RICO charge? They managed to intercept your little lawyer friends' messages. They also found Anthony's ties to a company called Black Oak Oil. I thought it interesting that Black Oak had a company jet leave from New York the same day you were taken with a flight plan filed for Alaska. And that they also own this compound. It didn't take much to put two and two together when you can get a federal wiretap going. So you should know that I intend to visit your little friend Annabelle after I take care of you. I'll pay that bitch back and make sure the lawyers who helped Anthony never work again."
The thought of Greg taking revenge on Annabelle and her employers chilled Kinley, strengthened her resolve. She just had to survive, to take whatever he dished out. "No, I don't think so because I think whoever we were meeting in Bermuda will get to you first. I think that person is going to want their diamonds, and, oh, how sad, you seem to have lost them."