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slammed my lips against the girl if appropriate, which it totally wasn’t here, even though the thought made me smile just a little.  

    Anger flared through me at the thought of how stupid Roman was to take her. If he’d just asked me, I would have told him ten better options than taking her, but he didn’t, and now I was her babysitter. I slammed my fist against the wall as I walked to the kitchen, hating Roman more and more with each step.

    I reached the kitchen and grabbed her tray of food. Looking down at it, I scowled. Oatmeal, toast, and orange juice. That was it? Don’t go all out now, Roman, whatever you do. Rolling my eyes, I nodded at the cook and walked off.

    I got back to her cabin and unlocked the door. She was still sitting on the chair, staring out the window. Her long, dark brown hair just hung down her back, having not been brushed in almost forty-eight hours. The hollowness that was deepening in her eyes bothered me. She was an innocent pawn in a deadly game. I knew she had no idea her father was involved in anything criminal, and I certainly had no plans on being the one to tell her. From the background I’d read on her, she’d lived an extremely naive life and had no idea what truly went on in the world. Well, here’s reality, sweetheart; ain’t it great? I kicked the door open harder than intended in my annoyance, startling her.

    “Sorry,” I apologized, setting the tray of food down on the bed in front of her. “Eat up, Penny. It’ll help you feel stronger.”

    She just looked at the tray, and then at me, then shrugged. It was obvious she felt there was no point, but she was wrong. There was always a point. “Eat,” I instructed again.

    She sighed and leaned forward, taking the spoon. I watched as she scooped a tiny bit of oatmeal on it and put it in her mouth. She chewed for a second, then swallowed.  

    “There,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, continuing to look out the small window.  

    I couldn’t help but laugh a bit, that little move surprising me. “There’s the attitude.” I chuckled, shaking my head. She just continued to look out the window, as if I wasn’t there. What was she thinking?  

    She had beautiful, almond-shaped hazel eyes, which looked more sad and defeated than I’d ever liked to see on a woman. Her toned arms rested on some pretty nice tits. I enjoyed looking at them every chance I got. They were round and high, the perfect handful. The tight pink tank she was wearing let me know that from the moment I first saw her.  

    Pink tank.  

    Shit.

    She needed a change of clothes and a shower.  

    I went over to the small chest of drawers and opened a drawer. Everything was in there, like Roman said they would be. She had bras, underwear, pajamas, shorts, a bathing suit, pants, and shirts. Not a lot, but enough.  

    I turned to her. “Penny?”

    She slowly turned her head to look over at me, her eyes still completely uninterested. I pointed to the drawers. “You have everything you need here. I’m sure you’d like to take a shower, so feel free while I’m taking care of some things. Your bathroom is well stocked with makeup and toiletries as well. I’ll be back later.”

    She just looked at me and then back out the window, not saying a word. What happened to the spitfire from a few minutes ago? I walked out her door and locked it, cursing Roman again under my breath.

    “She’s given up, Roman.”

      I was sitting across from him, watching as he took long drags off of his cigar. He didn’t seem fazed by what I’d just told him.  

    Looking at him, the man just reeked of wealth, which he definitely had. His white hair was combed so perfectly you could see the comb marks. His face was clean-shaven save for the small, well-trimmed mustache above his thin lips. The only thing not perfect about his appearance was his yellowing teeth from smoking cigars for forty years.  

    “It’s to be expected, Tag,” he finally said,