Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(99)

"None of us meant to hurt her with the truth," Riley defended, looking to the door Kinley had just darted through.

True, but Law wished he'd kept his damn mouth closed. He'd never imagined she would react that way.

"Of course not, but all we can do now is give her a little time and space, then let her know she's not allowed to pull away from us now," Dominic said.

"I'm not going to let that fucker win." Law clenched his fists in fury at the thought. "I'm not going to let him take our woman away from us." 

"Kinley belongs with us, whether she knows it or not," Dominic said firmly. "And Jansen is an idiot if he actually thought anyone would believe that she was behind this. I think he was counting on not getting caught, then sliding her skinny bitch sister into the role after Kinley's 'untimely accident.'"

"Greg and Becks would have control of Hope House. They would install all their own people and start smuggling anything they wanted. Son of a bitch."

"And those island nations are the perfect place to commit a little murder. Jansen probably already had it staged. He'd probably bribed an official to call it an accident. She would have drowned on her honeymoon." Riley banged his fist on the desk. "We have to kill him."

"Absolutely, but I'm a little worried." Since the moment Law figured Jansen's scheme out, a thousand scenarios had played through his head, all of them crappy. "He had a buyer for these stones. It wasn't like he planned to transport them to the islands and set up a storefront."

Dominic shook his head. "You're right. He's had this planned for a while, which means he probably has a buyer all lined up. He has to get Kinley and the jeans back. He's probably already taken at least a portion of the money. Now he has to deliver the goods. If he's laundering money this way, then he's probably doing it for the mob. They won't like him missing his appointment."

"He must be desperate by now." Riley moved to his computer. "Since he can't go through with the transaction without Kinley and the jeans, maybe we should just wait it out here and let his mob connections take him down."

"He'll go to ground first. Then we'll spend the rest of Kinley's life waiting for him to show." Dominic summed up their problems neatly. "No. I won't have her looking over her shoulder. We have to be sure he's in jail. Or I want to see his body for myself. It's the only way to protect her. Otherwise, he'll come after her because he'll want revenge."

"Why haven't we gotten that call from the feds to make arrangements so we can turn over our evidence?" Law asked, feeling itchy. He didn't like this. "Is there any way Kellan hasn't called the feds yet?"

Riley sat down in front of his keyboard. "No. He swore he'd do it as soon as he and Dominic hung up. Kellan only knows about the encrypted files I found, but still …  You're right, Law. I thought we would hear something by now." Riley frowned. "I've got a couple of burner phones left if you want me to make some calls."

Law had a bad feeling-and it was only growing. He'd learned over the years to trust his instincts, and every single one of them was telling him to regroup. "No. We need to move her."

"Where?" Riley asked.

Dominic grabbed his shirt. "Anywhere. Law's right. We grab her luggage and the dogs and we take off. We'll get in touch with some of our friends when we're in the air. Some of our friends who live in Bezakistan are in the country. Perhaps it's time we visited again. If we can get Kinley on a plane with Princess Alea, we can be sure she's safe. Not even Jansen has men inside the royal palace. But I'm beginning to suspect he has a few at the FBI. It's the only explanation for why we haven't at least received a call. They should be all over this."

Adrenaline started pumping through Law's system. "I'll go to the hanger and get the plane ready. Riley, contact Dane Mitchell. See where he, Landon, and Cooper are visiting with Alea. We're going to need help finding a place to land."



       
         
       
        

"I'll get the dogs." Dominic grimaced. "God, I hope the rat thing cooperates. It's time for her walk and her feeding. You know how much she'll bark if she doesn't get her food on time. I'll take her and Butch out after I move the jeans out of the way. I don't want them to upset her again."

Dominic set off to complete his task.

Riley was already pushing away his keyboard and jumping to his feet. "I just sent Dane a note. He has my cell. Let's hope he calls before we take off. Otherwise, I'm calling Dex James, and we can head for Dallas to wait for Dane there."