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thinking that way.
    “Maybe you’re trying to lull me into a false sense of
security before you kill me because you like to play with your victims’ minds,”
she shot back.
    The only thing he wanted to play with was her boobs. Hell,
that wasn’t the total truth. He wanted to play with her mouth, pussy, and ass,
too. He could even think of some fun things to do with her feet. “I promise,
I’m not trying to mind fuck you.”
    That was Dominic’s job.
    Riley joined him in the hall, a single eyebrow arched
quizzically. “No luck getting Sleeping Beauty to give up the white gown?”
    Since she’d awakened, only Law had dealt with her. He hoped
maybe his brother could sway her with some smoother logic.
    “Who is that? How many of you are there?” Kinley whispered the question through the door as though
she was terrified of the answer.
    “It’s just me and my brother right now, baby. Neither one of
us is going to hurt you. We’re here to help you.”
    Maybe it was time to let her out. She was scared. If he let
her have her way this once, she might see that they could be reasonable.
Hopefully, they could start building some trust so she wouldn’t be terrified
out of her mind.
    Trying to play Prince
Charming? You kidnapped her, dumbass. She’s not going to buy that.
Sometimes the voice in his head was annoyingly honest.
    Dragging in a deep breath, he shoved the key in the lock and
opened the door. He spilled into the bedroom as though she’d yanked it open.
When she tried to run out and slam the door behind her, Riley kicked it open
and blocked her path, catching her between the two of them.
    Kinley stopped dead in her tracks,
letting loose a breathy gasp. Law wasn’t surprised that she was star struck by
his younger brother’s Hollywood good looks. It was a typical female reaction,
but it hit Law squarely in the chest. Women preferred his brother, and he’d
never cared much until now.
    As Law leaned around her for a peek, he saw her simply stare
at Riley. His gut clenched.
    His brother frowned down at her. “Are you going to bite me
again?”
    She gasped a little and scrambled back—into his arms. She
turned on Law. “You two! I remember. You came into my suite and pretended to
deliver food. You drugged me.”
    Kinley stared at him as well. She
probably only saw a monster who’d kidnapped her from her wedding—a
rough-and-tumble ex-soldier who was better at killing than talking. Still, he
had to try to reach her. “It’s okay. Deep breath. No one is going to harm you
here.”
    His reassurances didn’t make her look any less terrified.
“M-my fiancé is wealthy. He’ll pay you a big ransom for my return. Anything you
want.”
    Jansen probably would, but Law didn’t give a shit. “We’re
not interested in money. Are you hungry? Do you want breakfast?”
    She shook her head, her face paling beneath her smudged
makeup. Her hair was a complete mess and every inch of her dress looked
wrinkled and worn. And he both felt bad for Kinley and found her adorable.
    “So you can poison me after you drugged me? I’ll pass. If
you let me go right now, I won’t call the police. How late is it? I need to get
back to the hotel. I need to get married today,” she said with a grim look of
determination. There was no desperate pleading for her love, just a simple
statement of duty.
    In his gut, Law knew he was right about her. It made him
very patient.
    “It’s Sunday now, baby. You were supposed to get married
Saturday afternoon, so it’s all right for you to take a shower, change your
clothes, and eat some breakfast. I’ll make some eggs and toast.” It was all he
could cook.
    Her hands shook a little. She put one to her head as though
trying to clear it. “It’s Sunday? How long was I out? Why did you bring me
here? What do you want?”
    Law wanted to reach out a hand to steady her so badly, but
knew the tactic would be counterproductive just now. “We’ll explain everything
once you’re dressed and