Even so, he couldn't bring himself to say anything beyond, "Sure, honey."
"Really?" A brilliant, if loopy smile crossed her face. God, she was gorgeous. His freaking heart nearly stopped. "You'll be good to me?"
She asked as if it was the gravest of concerns. Maybe she knew her fiancé better than he thought.
"Every single day." He grabbed the rag from his pants pocket and held it up. She didn't even flinch, just kept smiling at him as he placed the cloth over her mouth. His heart sank a little as the light left her eyes and she slid back down into the laundry bin.
Law caught her, helping to ease her down. He smoothed back her hair. For just a moment, a primal growl started in Riley's throat. He craved the chance to soothe her. It was stupid. When she came to, she'd want nothing to do with them, yet he couldn't stop imagining how nice it would be to put his arms around her and hold her while she slept off the drugs they'd just fed her. Then making love to her when she awoke.
Yeah, he was going to do well in prison.
After Law settled her, his head came up. Right into the line of the cameras.
"Dude, look down. Now!" What the hell was his brother thinking? Law never fucked up an op. Law was the be-all, end-all of operatives. He was ice cold, but it looked like Kinley Kohl was getting his brother too hot to think. Damn!
Law jerked his head down. "Shit! Sorry. Let's get her out of here. Dominic is probably freaking out by now."
He jogged down the hall and pushed the elevator button again. Luckily, it hadn't gone anywhere. Riley started pushing the cart in, his thoughts racing.
Okay, maybe Law hadn't fucked up all that badly. Maybe the cameras hadn't been pointed in their direction. Or maybe no one was watching them. In that case, they'd be gone before anyone noticed Kinley was missing. And with any luck, the cameras hadn't been recording. No one would know anything about her disappearance then, at least until Dominic had the proof he needed. What they'd do with her when it came time to release her and how they'd keep her from running to the police … Well, none of them had figured that out yet.
"Hey, hold up!"
Fuck. As fast as he could shove the cart in, a man in a badly tailored suit was right behind him, crowding into the elevator.
"Sir, the guest elevator is down the hall." Law's voice was perfectly steady as he held the door open for the man to exit.
Not just any man. Fuck times two. Vincent Dargo, Greg Jansen's heavy. There was no way to mistake the man. He looked like something a pit bull had chewed up and spit out before someone decided to shove him into a suit.
"Nah, I hate those fucking snooty elevators. I hate places like this in general. Will this get me to the ballroom floor?"
Riley wondered if there was any chloroform left. Law shook his head slightly and removed his arm from the doorway. The doors closed with a little thud, and Law hit the buttons for the ballroom floor and the street level.
"Of course, sir. We'll get you there," Riley forced himself to say.
This was a man who, by all accounts, did Greg Jansen's dirty work-and had for years. Being this close to the asshole who probably had more than a thing or two to do with Carrie's murder made Riley want to strangle him.
"You two working this fucking sham of a wedding?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother tense slightly, but Law's eyes stayed on the doors as the elevator descended. "Nah. We're dropping this set off for cleaning, then we're done for the day."
Vincent frowned. "I thought you had maids to cart that shit around. You two aren't dressed for laundry."
It was Riley's turn. He'd had a lot of experience with being friendly and non-threatening. He'd spent much of his life making up for the fact that Law acted like a Rottweiler on steroids. "Normally, we wouldn't have anything to do with the laundry, man, but there's this girl … "
Vincent nodded and sent him a knowing wink. "Hey, you gotta give a little to get some. Well, some of us do."
"She's a cute little thing. I don't know that she'll last long in the job, though. She's skittish about some of the nasty stuff we have to send out for cleaning." Riley shrugged. "When you work in a hotel for as long as I have, you see just about everything."
"Doesn't the hotel have its own laundry?" Dargo scowled.
"Sure, but some couple got freaky on one of our thousand thread count sheets. Can't just throw those out. You know how it is. Some stains are harder to remove and need a professional."
Vincent Dargo was a stain that Riley would dearly love to remove, but Dargo's boss was more important. "Well, you won't have that problem in the bridal suite tonight. God, I'll be surprised if they fuck at all. That girl is so bangable, but she's cold. Society women. You think you have a rough job. Try having a boss who tells you to go out and find him a wife with society connections and a fat ass. Oh, but she has to be pretty. Lucky me, I found one, but it was hard. I had to find a go between, if you know what I mean."