Law gripped her hips to keep her from backing into his granite-stiff erection. "It's true, swee … My brother isn't lying."
"Greg doesn't own Laundromats," she argued.
Riley's eyes rolled. "Going to play the dumb blonde, huh? He launders money, cupcake. But I suspect you knew that. How many people died so you could have that ridiculously expensive luggage or wear that overdone bling all over the ass of your jeans? You think you're just selling him your social connections and that pretty, tight pussy of yours, but he's Satan and you sold him your soul."
A loud smack cracked the air around them as Kinley slapped Riley's cheek. She didn't back down an inch now. She tilted her head up and glared at him. "Don't talk to me that way! I might be here against my will, but I won't have it. I'm still a lady."
Riley stepped back. "Sure you are, cupcake. The sort who sells herself to gangsters."
Law sighed. His brother was fucking this up. "Enough, bro. Let her shower and eat and take a fucking breath."
Kinley ignored him. "I don't know what your game is or what you want, but I don't deserve this. If you're some enemy of Greg's, then take up your problems with him. Why involve me, especially by taking me from my wedding?"
Tears streaked down her face, ruining what was left of her makeup, and Law couldn't stand it a second longer. "Kinley, we're not going to hurt you. I promise. We really are here to help you. You don't know Jansen or what's going on behind the scenes. If you'll calm down, I'll explain it to you."
"Go to he-"
"Did you realize that your fiancé took out a life insurance policy on you two weeks ago?" Riley butted in.
Her eyes widened. That got her attention … Then her body slumped, shoulders curling in as though she was protecting herself from a blow. "No."
"He did," Riley confirmed. "I have copies of the policy, Kinley. In the event of your death, he's the sole beneficiary."
She took a deep breath and seemed to rally. "So? Married people take out policies on one another. They protect their future, just in case. I'm sure he took one out on himself, too. He probably meant to tell me, but life has been so chaotic. All we've been able to talk about lately is the wedding. After the ceremony, he would have told me."
"No, he wouldn't. And he didn't buy a policy that would protect you in the event of his death. He only made sure that he'd pocket money if you died." Law hated stripping away her illusions. She might not love Greg Jansen, but she'd certainly thought well enough of him to marry him and trust her future with him. His guess? Kinley felt guilty for not loving her fiancé.
"That doesn't prove anything. I'm sure after our honeymoon, he would have talked to me about taking out a policy on him. You're acting like insurance is a crime. I'm sure he just … wanted to feel secure."
"And he needed a ten-million-dollar policy to do it?"
"What?" She half gasped, half choked the question. "Ten million dollars? Why would he need that much money if I died? He's already rich."
Now she was finally listening. "That's a good question, one we've been asking since we discovered the policy." Law nudged Riley out of the way and led her to the great room. "I know this is a lot to think about. Sit down and I'll get you some coffee, baby."
She put a hand up to stop him. "No. I'm not going to sit down and have a civilized conversation with the men who drugged me and took me to … god knows where. Just because Greg did something that doesn't make sense to you, you're casting him in the worst possible light. There must be some reasonable explanation. If I asked him to explain it, I have little doubt it would be perfectly logical. Why are you even telling me this? You're criminals, men who kidnap innocent women. And I told you to stop calling me baby."
Riley was right back to his interrogation. "Use your head, Kinley. We know why you're marrying Jansen, and it has absolutely nothing to do with love."
"How would you know that?"
Riley shrugged a little as though he didn't really give a shit. "It's the way women like you work."
Her perfectly plucked brows rose. "Women like me? What do you mean by that?"
"Beautiful women."
"You think I'm beautiful?" She frowned, then shook off the question. "Never mind. It doesn't matter."
Riley's stare slid off her, his fist clenching. "Yeah. Gorgeous society women like you don't give a shit what a man is really like. You only care about how much money he has or how he can enhance your public image."