Kinley stopped dead in her tracks, letting loose a breathy gasp. Law wasn't surprised that she was star struck by his younger brother's Hollywood good looks. It was a typical female reaction, but it hit Law squarely in the chest. Women preferred his brother, and he'd never cared much until now.
As Law leaned around her for a peek, he saw her simply stare at Riley. His gut clenched.
His brother frowned down at her. "Are you going to bite me again?"
She gasped a little and scrambled back-into his arms. She turned on Law. "You two! I remember. You came into my suite and pretended to deliver food. You drugged me."
Kinley stared at him as well. She probably only saw a monster who'd kidnapped her from her wedding-a rough-and-tumble ex-soldier who was better at killing than talking. Still, he had to try to reach her. "It's okay. Deep breath. No one is going to harm you here."
His reassurances didn't make her look any less terrified. "M-my fiancé is wealthy. He'll pay you a big ransom for my return. Anything you want."
Jansen probably would, but Law didn't give a shit. "We're not interested in money. Are you hungry? Do you want breakfast?"
She shook her head, her face paling beneath her smudged makeup. Her hair was a complete mess and every inch of her dress looked wrinkled and worn. And he both felt bad for Kinley and found her adorable.
"So you can poison me after you drugged me? I'll pass. If you let me go right now, I won't call the police. How late is it? I need to get back to the hotel. I need to get married today," she said with a grim look of determination. There was no desperate pleading for her love, just a simple statement of duty.
In his gut, Law knew he was right about her. It made him very patient.
"It's Sunday now, baby. You were supposed to get married Saturday afternoon, so it's all right for you to take a shower, change your clothes, and eat some breakfast. I'll make some eggs and toast." It was all he could cook.
Her hands shook a little. She put one to her head as though trying to clear it. "It's Sunday? How long was I out? Why did you bring me here? What do you want?"
Law wanted to reach out a hand to steady her so badly, but knew the tactic would be counterproductive just now. "We'll explain everything once you're dressed and fed."
"No! I have to get out of here now. I have to find Greg. How am I going to explain this to him?"
Riley's eyes narrowed, and Law knew whatever came out of his mouth was going to be nasty. He was obviously taking on the bad-cop role. Because he'd been listening to Dominic again. Because he wanted her and he didn't know how to not imagine that she wasn't Simone all over again. Riley hated being confused. It brought out his worst. Law sighed.
"You miss your sugar daddy?" Riley glared.
Kinley whirled back to his brother and her voice shook. "He's my fiancé."
It was obvious to Law that she hadn't enjoyed the accusation.
Unfortunately, it wasn't obvious to Riley. "Really? You had a very quick engagement. You went out with him for a month and decided you were in love?"
Her eyes slid to the floor. "It's none of your business. I'm not talking until you tell me why I'm here. If you don't want money … "
"You see, I think you don't love Jansen any more than he loves you. I think he bought you."
"That's utterly ridiculous," she shot back. "I don't have to listen to this. Move out of my way. I'm leaving."
"No, you're not." Riley didn't budge, just crossed his arms over his chest and blocked the narrow hallway. Then he invaded her space, backing her up into Law. "I think Jansen wanted your social connections. They would be very helpful to a man like him."
"A man like him?"
Riley sent her an ugly laugh. "Like you don't know everything about Jansen. I have no doubt that you know exactly what he does for a living and you just don't care."
"He's an importer," she replied hesitantly, nervously, trying to stand her ground. "He imports merchandise, then he sells it. He also helps foreign companies make connections in the States."
Kinley sounded like she was repeating something she'd forced herself to memorize.
"Baby, no." Law kept his voice low because he was pretty sure she was going to be hurt by the fact that Jansen had been lying to her. "He's a criminal."
"You're wrong. I've been to his offices. His business is legitimate. Your accusations are preposterous, and I'm not talking to you. Stop calling me baby."
Riley pressed his advantage, towering over her, backing her up again until her ass rubbed his cock. "His business is a front. He's in bed with more than one mafia group. He's making a name for himself in the cleaning biz."