Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 by Lexi Blake, Shayla Black

glass. A couple of years back,
the owners had some trouble with hunters and stray bullets. They have kids and
a whole lot of money, so they changed all the windows in the house. They’re
very heavy and almost impossible to shatter. The house has a top-of-the-line
security system in place as well. We’d know if you somehow managed to even
crack a window and we’d be on you very quickly.” His voice softened. “You can’t
get away, Kinley , and you wouldn’t be very happy if
you did. We’re miles away from anything you’d call civilization. There really
are bears out there. You could get hurt.”
    She clutched her dog. “If you’re so worried about me, why
did you kidnap me from a beautiful bridal suite in Manhattan and bring me to
this wilderness?”
    He sat down on the bed, his big frame incongruous against
the flowery comforter. He was a masculine beast in feminine surroundings. “You
won’t believe me, but we’re trying to protect you, bab … Kinley .”
    Yeah, she was buying that. “This is about the big guy’s
revenge. How did you get wrapped up in this?”
    “Dominic and I stick together through thick and thin. Always
have, always will.”
    So she guessed the idea of trying to divide and conquer them
wouldn’t get her anywhere. If Law was willing to risk prison time to help
Dominic, that said something serious about their bond. The only person she’d do
that for was Annabelle, so she knew they must be thick.
    “Look, I’m sorry about his sister. But I don’t think I can
do anything to give him the…closure he’s looking for.”
    Kinley really was sorry. She couldn’t
imagine losing her sister. Becks might not be the most thoughtful sibling on
the planet, but she was blood, family. Whatever his faults—and she’d bet there
were plenty—Dominic had really loved his sister and grieved her now. Losing her
to an overdose must have been terrible.
    “Carrie never took drugs,” Law said softly. “I grew up with
her. I was in the same grade as Dominic, but we came from different sides of
the tracks, to say the least.”
    “He came from money.” She could tell. He had an air of authority
that she’d seen emanate from the wealthiest of men. It came from the world
being at their feet.
    “A lot of it. And Ry and
I…didn’t.”
    “So how did you two meet Dominic?” Usually kids with such
divergent upbringings didn’t meet. She and Annabelle were the exception more
than the rule.
    Law shrugged, not like he didn’t know, but like he was
uncomfortable. “My dad ran off when Ry and I were
kids. Mom…well, she did everything she could to keep us clothed and fed. I was
out hustling kids out of their money at the movie theater one day. Cards, dice,
whatever game of chance I could rig. I didn’t beat anyone up for it, but some
of the other little pukes did. They started picking on Dominic because he was
rich and hadn’t gone through puberty yet, so he was small. I thought three
teenagers against a twelve-year-old was crappy and unfair. I was a few months
older and had already started my growth spurt…and I liked fights, so I jumped
in. Ry helped. Dominic became our best friend after
that. Since Carrie was younger than him, I kind of watched her grow up. She
didn’t do drugs. Not ever.”
    Had Law been in love with her? She knew she shouldn’t care,
but he was being so gentle now, it was easy to imagine that he’d bestowed that
tenderness on Carrie in the years he had known her before she’d died. Yet... Kinley hated to admit that Law being in love with Dominic’s
late sister bothered her.
    “Maybe not as a teenager,” she argued. “But she was a model.
That world is very fast. You can’t know what she did, then. Unless you were with
her in New York.”
    He shook his head. “Oh no. We were getting our asses shot
off in Afghanistan.”
    “You and Riley?”
    “No, me and Dominic.”
    Why would the rich guy go into a warzone? “Did he go to one
of the academies?”
    “We were nineteen