“I’m serious,” Riley screeched.
“You’re lucky she had her back turned to you or she would have kneed the holy f**k out of your cock.”
“Do you know how crazy you look right now?” Ry’s question dripped sarcasm. “You are the very picture of a psycho stalker. Do I need to grab a camera for you so you can capture the moment?”
Law needed to be honest with his brother. “I care about her.”
A long sigh filled the room. “It’s a mistake, man.”
“She isn’t who you think she is.” Riley and Dominic hadn’t watched her for months. They weren’t looking past the façade.
Riley slapped a hand on his back. “Even if she’s the sweetest thing in the world, I would tell you this a mistake. She won’t be able to handle the lifestyle you want. How the hell would all her society ladies react if she showed up at the charity gala with her three husbands, two of whom came from the wrong side of the tracks?”
“We have money now.” He could take care of her.
“Yeah, and we got it the hard way by dealing with criminals and lowlifes. None of us is a poster child for the country club set. Even though Dominic comes from money, he looks like a gangster. Despite this buff body, I’m a computer nerd. And dude, you talk to your guns.”
Only occasionally. “Everyone has their quirks.”
“She won’t do it, Law.”
“She’s not Simone.” He was so sick of this argument. The one woman they had thought for half a second about marrying had turned out to be more concerned about other people’s opinions than love, so Riley had given up trying.
“They’re all Simone in the end, brother. If we try this long-term thing with someone, it’s damn near impossible to hide. What woman in her right mind wants to be thought of as a whore? You remember what it was like for Mom to even go to the grocery store.”
“It’s not like we’d pimp our wife out.”
“It doesn’t matter. That’s how everyone would see it, especially among Kinley’s old-money circle. It won’t work.”
“I think you’re wrong.”
Riley sighed. “I think we have to get her out of here before someone wonders where the bride is. This ceremony is supposed to start in less than thirty minutes.” He grabbed the heavy canvas cover they had brought along to hide the fact that they weren’t pushing the laundry around.
Law shook his head. “Don’t cover her yet. We have to get her luggage.”
Riley rolled his eyes. “We are not bringing the princess’s luggage.”
His brother wasn’t thinking. “She can’t run around in her wedding dress the whole time. We don’t know how long she’s going to be with us.”
Riley picked up his cell and started texting. “Then you’re in luck. She can run around naked. Actually, I wouldn’t mind seeing her naked. She is f**king gorgeous. Too bad she’s in the habit of banging a douchelord. What the f**k does she see in him except a whole lot of zeroes in his bank account?”
“She doesn’t sleep with Jansen. They don’t spend the night at each other’s places. When they travel they have separate rooms. And we’re taking her luggage. She could have medication packed that she needs.”
She didn’t. She didn’t take anything more than a couple of vitamins a day, but his brother didn’t have to know that. Having her belongings around Kinley would comfort her.
God, when had he turned into a guardian angel? Law wasn’t suited for the role. He was pure muscle, good at killing scumbags or making them wish they were dead. He didn’t know a damn thing about taking care of a woman. Riley was probably right. She was too sweet to want what they needed. Even the suggestion would probably shock her down to her painted pink toes.
So he’d have to settle for watching over her in Alaska.
Grumbling, Ry grabbed the first of her suitcases. There was room in the cart…if they mashed down the shit ton of puffy fabric in her dress.
Gently, Riley laid the first piece next to her. Law helped him with the next three bags. He guessed she’d gotten them all secondhand because they were embossed with someone else’s initials. Someone really f**king liked themselves. There were little gold Ls and Vs all over the luggage. If Kinley was his woman, he would make sure everything had her sweet name on it.
“Dominic is having trouble finding a parking spot. We have to hold tight for a few minutes. Damn New York traffic.” Riley cursed at his phone, then lifted the drape to peek out the window as though he could see where Dominic was circling the building. This high up, there was no way. Everyone looked like ants from this height.
He tucked the last of the four cases around her. She moaned a little, and the sound made him goddamn hard. Why did he have to ache for this woman?
“Why the f**k does it have to be her?” Riley asked. Sometimes Law thought his brother could read his mind.
He shrugged. “It doesn’t. It won’t. You’re right. She won’t want me.”
Again those eyes rolled. His brother needed a better form of communication than sarcasm. “Oh, she’ll probably want you. I just don’t think she’s going to keep you. Or any of us. Women like a ménage for sex, but no one wants to put up with three dudes for life. The laundry alone would choke her.”
Law didn’t think that was funny. “I can do my own. All of us can.”