Rage threatened to choke him at the thought of Jansen staring at a picture of his sister and remembering how easy it had been to take her money and her life.
Kinley leaned forward, her hand almost touching his. "But she was sick. It wasn't Greg's fault. He tried to get her into rehab."
Dominic practically saw red. Before he knew what he was doing, he flipped the table over, sending everything crashing to the ground. He was not going to listen to Jansen's latest piece of ass tell him his sister had been a fucking drug addict. "She never took a drug in her life. He's a greedy, murdering prick. Are you really this stupid?"
She raised her chin. "You're obviously very upset. I'm sure you don't want to believe-"
"He took out a two-million-dollar policy on my sister. Do you know what he bought with the money he got for killing her? A fucking condo. And two weeks later, he moved his mistress in."
She leaned back in her chair as though needing to put space between them. "He didn't kill her. He couldn't do that."
Dominic refused to allow the distance she sought. He stood and hovered over her. "Why would you say that? Because you can't stand the thought that you fucked a murderer? Or because you've known all along what he's capable of and you hate being caught?"
"Dom?" Riley ventured, his voice tense. "Down, boy. I think you're scaring her."
"I don't think she's scared enough."
"I'm pretty scared, but you should know that I won't let you break me. I might look silly and you can call me stupid all you like, but I won't allow you to use me against the people I care for. So if this is your best shot, Mr. Anthony, you should know you've failed. I believe you dummied up those records. Or you stole the money yourself. You're a grieving man, and I am so sorry that your sister is dead, but I won't allow your need for revenge to ruin my life. Make a decision. Let me go or you should just take the revenge you so obviously need and make it fast."
He stopped. "What?"
She was shaking, but she stared up at him with steady eyes. "I mean, I would prefer that you kill me quickly. You obviously can't let me go, and this would be a great way to get back at Greg if he loved me. You know he doesn't, though. I think he likes me all right, but he's marrying me to help his business. I'm quite a good hostess and I can help him in high society. He'll likely be upset, but I doubt he'll mourn me for long."
Kinley thought he was going to kill her? She actually believed he would take the life of a woman to avenge his sister. Suddenly, he couldn't think of a single reason why she shouldn't think he was a killer.
Dominic stepped back, nausea threatening. "I'm not going to kill you."
"Then let me go home."
He couldn't do that. He'd put them all in this situation and there was nothing to do except go through with his plans. He had to prove Jansen's guilt to her. He had to break her down. "No. You'll rest for a while. Then we're going to talk. I know you won't believe me, but this is for your own good."
"You can't keep me here forever."
He turned and started to walk out. He needed to ready the big guns. He'd hoped to spare her the worst of the knowledge, but she needed to understand exactly who she was trying to protect.
It made him a bastard, but he had to destroy all of her illusions. He wondered, just for the briefest of moments, if he was really saving her. If she was as innocent as she seemed, what he was about to show her might break her heart.
Well, he was proof positive that a person could live without one.
"Watch me."
Chapter Five
Kinley looked around her rather nicely appointed prison with Egyptian cotton sheets, solid wood furniture, and a stunning spa-like bathroom. She'd assumed that when Dominic said they could hold her here forever, he'd been exaggerating. Now, she wasn't so sure. Her "cell" and everything she'd seen of the place certainly looked self-contained enough to make that possible.
She'd tried all the doors and the windows, even to the point of attempting to break one. But someone had installed ridiculously thick glass. Her puny attempts to break through it had resulted in nothing except sore arms and frustration.
She'd finally given up and showered, then slipped on clean clothes. It was practically heaven to be out of that tight dress. Kinley had eschewed her jeans for a cotton skirt and long sleeved T-shirt. They didn't have any plan to rape her, it seemed. They'd had ample opportunity while she'd been passed out and hadn't taken advantage of it. Since her skirt wouldn't be making her ravishment easier for them, why not be comfortable?