Their Virgin Princess (Masters of Ménage #4)(84)

"Tell me." Lan didn't have the patience to play games.

"The press started out good. I mean, good as in everyone was worried about the princess, but somewhere along the way some asshole reporter picked up the story of her kidnapping and found three of the other girls that the Lennox brothers saved from the same brothel. Two of them wouldn't talk, but one has been all over the fucking media spilling about how the princess would watch them be tortured and do nothing to help."

"She couldn't help." Lan found the words hard to grind out of his mouth. His vision was starting to go red. "She was a victim."

"Yeah, well, the press loves a juicy story, whether it's the truth or not, and they seem to want to make the princess the villain of this piece. Sells more copies of their rags. You know how it goes. No one loves the one percenters these days. And you three won't be kept out of it, you know."

"What do you mean?" What did the press want with them?

"They know your names. They've been all over your family members. You don't have a family, but they've been to the town where you grew up. Nix, you should know that they're asking all kinds of intrusive questions, making nasty assumptions."

He couldn't care less what they said about him. Alea was a different story. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." There was a knock on the door. Law Anders. "Your boy is here. I'll catch you at the palace. We'll do a debrief there."

"Good. And you should know I'm investigating the girl who's singing to the press. I hate to put a bunch of heat on a victim, but I don't buy her story and I don't like how much she seems to be enjoying her fifteen minutes. Riley's running some reports on her as we speak."

Lan opened the door to let Law Anders in, and it looked like the man had gotten what they needed. He was carrying a case that had to contain a nice shiny new set of guns. They'd tried to save their own, but after getting wet and being exposed to the elements, Lan had preferred new ones. Not that they'd needed them on the island. There it had felt better to have a spear in his hand. Now that they were back to reality, Lan couldn't wait to armor up because someone was still coming after his girl.

Law stalked in, setting the case on the bed as Lan finished up with Dominic. He hung up the phone and went straight for the SIG.

Law Anders took a step back. His suit jacket came open, and Lan noticed he was already armed to the teeth with two semis in shoulder holsters. "Hopefully they're adequate. It wasn't easy getting handguns on this godforsaken island. I had to have them imported. Can we get back to concrete and shit soon? All this tropical crap bugs me."

Yeah, he was a peach, but he had good taste in guns. Lan felt the weight in his hand, a welcome friend. "When's the plane getting here? And who's the pilot? You can't expect me to put her on another plane with some random asshat."

He didn't want to put her on a plane at all, but the revelation about the press made it impossible to stay here. They needed to get her back to the palace where they could shelter her and start the damage control. No doubt, Tal would get his PR people on it soon, but the longer they hid from the press without floating a story of their own, the longer those reporters would repeat whatever the hell that stupid snitch told them.



       
         
       
        

Law gave him a sarcastic salute. "I'll be flying that baby. The sheikh is having his private plane sent. It should be here in a couple of hours, and it's been under guard twenty-four seven. I'll check it out myself and take the controls. I'm licensed to fly just about anything. We'll be back at the palace tomorrow morning, then Riley and Dominic will want a full report on everything that happened. Well, all the non-naked stuff. So, you going to give this whole sharing thing an actual go?"

Lan heard the shower cut off and the sounds of Cooper and Dane talking softly to Alea. He thought about telling Law to mind his own fucking business, but there was something about the way he asked the question. And he remembered how close the guy had seemed with his brother. Even despite their dumbass fighting, he would bet those two boys had shared their toys a time or two.

"Yeah. We haven't made anything formal yet, but we're going to marry her."

Law stepped up to the window and looked outside. "Weird little country, Bezakistan. Back where I come from, me and Riley are kind of freaks. Throw Dominic in and we're just a parade of crazy. Women like it for a night, but they will jump right off the train when you try to make it permanent."

"You looking?" He was a little surprised at that. Law Anders looked to be a tough guy, the kind who wouldn't want to settle down.