Law followed Dominic's line of thinking, and he was in complete agreement. "Yes. We didn't play you properly at all."
Kinley smiled slightly. "You didn't have to. You took off your shirts."
Dominic and Riley laughed.
Law couldn't. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her now. "I'm just saying that we've been real with you because what we wanted from you in return is real."
Panic had flooded his system when Riley had shown him the crap Jansen had put on her computer. Everyone else had seemed happy to find some concrete evidence, but Law had known it was the beginning of the end. He'd thought he would have more time with her. He'd thought he could take a week or two to bind her to them, so that when Jansen was behind bars, she'd stay.
Now … Well, fuck. He didn't see how it was going to work.
She leaned over the table, her breasts swaying enticingly. She reached out and cupped his face. "Is it real? I don't know what's real anymore. I thought those were just harmless pictures. Now I have to question every one of them. Everything. Annabelle tried to tell me, didn't she? I was stubborn, and I didn't want to listen."
Law knew that story. "She tried to explain her suspicions about him to you, and you nearly walked out on her. She was terrified of losing you."
Tears pooled in Kinley's eyes. "I was afraid of everything and everyone falling apart around me. She sent you to save me, didn't she? I know it sounds dumb, but if I can keep Annabelle, I think I might be all right."
"Baby, she loves you. And we approached her. She wanted us to talk to you, but we couldn't tell how you would react. If we had, and you'd confronted Greg … We were worried for you. And given that you'd been a bit upset when Annabelle tried to talk to you-"
"I was a raging bitch," Kinley acknowledged. "But I felt wretched for marrying a man I didn't love and didn't want to admit it because I thought I didn't have a choice. I thought my family would collapse if I didn't."
"Given all that, we decided to take a 'wait-and-see' approach," Law explained.
"Until Jansen took out that policy on you two weeks before your wedding," Dominic continued. "Then all bets were off. We couldn't allow you to marry him and we didn't exactly have the proof we needed."
"It was a desperation play." Riley admitted, cuddling her against him and stroking her hair. "Although I didn't think Law would let your marriage to Jansen happen. When we decided to kidnap you, he practically did his happy dance."
"I don't dance," Law retorted. "But I was happy. Kinley, I know the way we saved you was unorthodox, but we really were thinking of you. I truly believe he planned to kill you on your honeymoon. And I think that tablet proves it."
"He was using me to take his information to his contact?" Kinley frowned.
"That's my guess." Riley tapped on a few more keys. "And it looks like he's using your charity to smuggle something into the country. I can't tell what. It's in a numeric code. Stock 2445. That's all the description I've got. Damn, that is some expensive shit if I'm reading this right."
"But what is it?" Kinley looked totally puzzled.
"It could be anything," Dominic explained. "It could be cash, bonds, drugs … anything, but he's moving it through your charity. I suspect it has something to do with the new manufacturers he found for you. They're shipping him something in those boxes. Not a lot of people look through charity donation shipments."
"That bastard." Kinley looked ready to spit nails.
Riley soothed her with a caress. "We're getting closer to nailing him. This strongly suggests that he's using your U.S. based nonprofit to move funds offshore so the mafia can use it for their purposes. I think this is what we've been looking for so we can get him on RICO charges. A forensic accountant should be able to take him down."
Dominic sighed. "I would love to know what kind of product he's moving. Please let it be drugs."
Because that might up the time the fucker spent in the can. Except Law wanted to make sure Jansen never saw the inside of a jail cell. A morgue was a better place for scum like him. "Let's see what the feds say. We can call them in the morning."
Dominic nodded and turned to Kinley. "We have some inside contacts at the FBI and the Department of Justice. We'll get them out here. I'm hesitant to send them the information. I would rather talk to them in person. Explain."
Kinley reached for Dominic's hand. Already she was looking to them for comfort, seeking out her men. He just hoped her burgeoning trust was enough to make her stay after the dust settled.