Damn, he didn’t understand women half the time. Shaking it off, he looked down at Kinley, who appeared to be sleeping so peacefully, despite her awkward position. She was really the most f**king gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. And what had he done? He’d shot her full of tranquilizer, stuffed her into a laundry bin, and dumped her luggage inside.
Very smooth.
“I really want to try the frosting,” Riley admitted. “But Annabelle will take our balls off if we do and then don’t eat the cake.” He frowned. “Is that what she’s saying?”
“Dumbass.” Sometimes he wondered if Harvard was all it was cracked up to be. “She was saying she approved.”
“I kind of thought so. She shouldn’t.” Riley stood beside him staring down, too. His brother’s face softened. “We’d only get hurt if we started something with her. She really is quite lovely when she’s not biting my hand.”
His phone buzzed, and Riley’s whole body went on alert. “We’re a go.”
Law grabbed the canvas and covered the bin. “Sleep well, princess. When you wake up, you’ll be in a whole new kingdom.”
And he would very likely be in hell.
Chapter Three
Riley stared down the long hallway just outside Kinley’s suite and wondered what jail would be like. If he and Law were caught, they’d probably be sent to a maximum-security prison for violent offenders. He hoped he wouldn’t be popular there, but he worried. Because deep down, he knew there was no f**king way they got away with kidnapping and transporting a debutante across state lines. Hell, with the amount of Louis Vuitton luggage Kinley Kohl had, they would probably get nabbed for grand theft baggage, too.
He was going to end up living out the rest of his days as some thug’s girlfriend, being traded for cigarettes and sexual favors. It wasn’t really how he’d expected his life to play out, but he couldn’t back out of this assignment. A man didn’t have much if he didn’t have any loyalty.
“We’re clear to the elevator.” His brother was cool as a cucumber. Not a single line on his face revealed a hint of anxiety. He wasn’t thinking up ten different ways he could be shanked in prison. No. Law Anders was steady.
It was the way he’d been all their lives. Nothing fazed his big brother…but for a few minutes, Law had warmed up while staring down at the woman who would likely cost them twenty-five to life. Just for a moment, there had been something like hope in Law’s normally barren expression.
If they weren’t careful, Kinley Kohl might cost them more than their freedom.
Riley pushed the laundry cart forward, keeping his expression carefully blank. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a couple of average Joes doing their job, kidnapping a blonde with nice tits. Happens every day.
Actually, Kinley’s tits weren’t just nice. From what he could see, they were gorgeous. Round and full… At first, he’d suspected they were cosmetically augmented, but then he’d held her close and she’d been so f**king soft against him. His c**k had gotten hard as a rock. Then she’d bitten the holy shit out of him.
And he’d gotten even harder.
Riley wondered what she would look like when he tied her up, when he had so much of his rope around her that she couldn’t move. He could imagine the pattern on her fair skin, a tortoiseshell that would mold her curves and wrap around those br**sts, making them thrust out proudly. He would dress her in silk rope and nothing else. Well, next to nothing else. Those ridiculous heels she was wearing would look awfully good wrapped around his neck while he shoved his c**k into what was likely a very tight pu**y.
“Is there a problem, brother?”
Riley nearly groaned. He was in the middle of a criminal endeavor, and he was hard as hell, thinking about all the ways he could violate his pretty little hostage.
He wasn’t just going to prison. He was going to hell in a hand basket. Well, a laundry cart, at least.
“I’m coming.”
But he wouldn’t be, not in the way he wanted to. Nope, there was going to be no coming around Kinley Kohl at all. He pushed the cart again and swore to all of the mystical beings of the universe that he wasn’t going to molest their prisoner. No way. He was keeping his hands to himself. The only way he’d be coming in the near future was by the power of his own fist or with a properly paid for hooker. And he wasn’t above either method.
The elevator door was open at the end of the hall, not the pretty one the guests used, but the hefty, industrial-sized one meant to keep the workers out of sight of the hotel’s posh clientele.
On his left, he caught sight of one of the CCTV cameras that dotted the hallways. He kept his head down. All anyone watching the feeds would see was a tall man with dark hair pushing a laundry cart along the hallway. There would be nothing to distinguish him.
Just a few more steps and then they would be safely in the elevator.
“Hey!”
To his horror, the canvas started to move and a perfectly manicured hand appeared.
Law rushed across the hall, his feet making not a single sound against the carpet.
“Hafta getta way.” Kinley was trying to haul herself out of the laundry cart. One fist came up. “Won’t let you. Won’t.”
Riley peered down at her. How did she make that look so f**king adorable? She was a mess of white tulle, and all he could think about was wrapping himself around her.
“Baby, it’s all right.” Law reached for her hand, his voice softer than Riley could ever remember hearing it. Law was rough and tumble, but he got so tender around this one bit of blonde fluff. “What the hell. I thought I emptied the f**king syringe in her arm. We need the chloroform, Riley.”