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

when 9-11 happened. Dominic said he
couldn’t sit in a classroom when his country was in danger. He left Harvard to
join up. I followed him.” Law shrugged. “I couldn’t let him go alone.”
    Her sister wouldn’t even go to the bathroom with her. Only
Annabelle had ever been that kind of friend. She knew the deep connection it
had taken for Law to follow his friend into battle. Kinley even had to give Dominic some grudging respect. What kind of courage had it
taken for him to leave his wealth and privilege behind to serve his country on
the other side of the world?
    Of course, Law could be lying, too, to win her goodwill or
sympathy or whatever. Kidnappers were criminals who didn’t normally do good
things. “I don’t need to know your history.”
    She just wanted to escape. Maybe she and Greg could
rearrange the wedding quickly with the same understanding in place. Certainly,
she could convince him to pay for her father’s procedure until they could
schedule the ceremony again. The first payment to the hospital was due in a
week. Her fiancé wouldn’t punish her father by making him skip his treatment
because she’d been kidnapped…would he?
    “Yeah, you need to know this part. We had finished up our
third tour of duty. We were back here in the States for training. Carrie had
married Greg while we were gone. By then, we’d moved onto Special Forces and
our missions were a matter of national security. We didn’t go to the wedding,
but Riley did. He told Dominic and I both that he had serious concerns about
how Greg treated Carrie. One night a couple of months later, Dominic got a
phone call from her. She left a voicemail because, well, we had the night off
and we were taking advantage of it.”
    He flushed just a little, letting her know that they hadn’t
exactly been playing charades. Kinley frowned. Had
they been taking advantage of someone together? No. Oh. Oh. Were they gay? That
was a horrible thought. It was kind of an insult to women everywhere that those
two amazing hunks of masculinity would be interested in each other. She would
have never guess it, but…
    Why did her hot kidnappers have to be gay?
    Irrelevant. She
forced herself off that mental track. “What did her message say?”
    Greg had explained that his first wife had suffered bouts of
depression. He’d cared for her greatly, but in the end he hadn’t been able to
love her enough to save her.
    “She sounded scared.” Law stared at her, as if willing her
to understand. “She said that she was leaving Greg and needed Dominic to call
her. She was perfectly lucid and totally scared. She wasn’t taking drugs.”
    “But—”
    “The police found her dead twelve hours later, and I know
Greg damn well killed her. Carrie was like a sister to me. He’s my best friend.
I can’t just let it lie.”
    “Greg was in San Francisco when she died. He couldn’t have
killed her.” Dominic’s grief was clouding his logic. Kinley might not love Greg Jansen, but she certainly didn’t picture him actually
killing his wife.
    So why was the tiniest part of her relieved that she wasn’t
going on her honeymoon today?
    “What do you know about a man named Vincent Dargo ?”
    Kinley shivered. He was Greg’s
head of security. She couldn’t stand how he looked at every woman who walked by
like she was a piece of meat he couldn’t wait to tear into. Brutally.
Viciously. “I don’t have much to do with him.”
    “I believe in my heart that he force-fed Carrie drugs that
night under the orders of his boss, Greg Jansen.”
    Law’s words painted a brutal picture that made Kinley shudder and wrap her arms around herself.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have to stretch her imagination to think Dargo capable of that. But Greg ordering him to do it?
“Why? Why should I believe you? And why should you care what happens to me?”
    He stood up and seemed to fill all the space in the room.
“I’m not a gentleman, Kinley , but I’m going to be
very honest with