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eyes, maybe it’s the worry about being pregnant, or the fact that I still have no idea who killed Addy. 
    “Okay, Lani.  I’ll check back in a few days,” he states, as he gathers his things.
    Nameless escorts us out of the room, and points Doctor Dad toward the exit.  “Good job in there, Vaden.  I almost believed you.”
    “I’m fine, really,” I say a bit too forcefully.  I take a breath, and tone it down.  “It was the effects of the pill, that’s all.  I’m fine now.” 
    “Good.  Keep your attitude in check, and you might get your visit on Saturday after all.”  She takes me to the gym, and leaves me with the other prisoners and guards.  Great, now they’re going to make my visit to have sex a reward.  What if he doesn’t ask for me?  What if he wants a different girl like Lucius?  What if Tony doesn’t win, and they give me to someone I don’t want to have sex with? 
    What if Tony doesn’t win?  What if he loses, and he dies?  I might watch Tony die in just a few days. 
    It doesn’t matter if I don’t know the specific person who murdered my sister.  I know the motive.  I’ll have to go see my contact at the FBI.  My ex-boyfriend.  Nothing is going right with this fucking plan.  Why the hell did I think going to jail would be a good idea?
    I climb on a treadmill, and begin running.  I don’t stop until it’s time for dinner.
     
    Tony
     
    I ask the guard for an hour outside, and he grants it.  It’s amazing the perks killing someone will get you.  I spend the hour jumping rope, doing jumping jacks, and pull ups.  Those are just a few of the things I can’t do in my cell.  Afterward, I ask for a shower, the first since I fucked Lani.  Honestly, after the first day I couldn’t smell her any longer.  I just imagined I could, and held on to the idea. 
    I ask to go to the barber, and he cuts my hair to my shoulders, and cuts my beard but doesn’t trim it or shave it, so it’s still longer than I’d like it to be.  I wonder what Lani will think of me, when she sees “the real me” underneath the hair and the beard.  I wonder what she would think of me if she knew why I am in prison.  It hurts like fucking hell to continue to run all of these hypothetical situations through my head, but I continue to do it anyway. 
    My cock isn’t sore anymore, I noticed as I showered.  Even that pisses me off.  But at least it’s hard in the morning.  I’m sure I’ll be able to satisfy her, if I see her again that is.  As he’s returning me to my cell, the guard says, “There’s a pro in the jail who gives an awesome blow job.  I’ve had her before, and I can guarantee that she’s the best you’ll ever have.  She swallows too.  Damn, I can still picture her on her knees.  Maybe I’ll give her to you after I’ve had her Saturday night, if you win.”
    “I want the same girl,” I assure him.  I don’t use her name, because that might let them know I’ve grown attached.  Jesus, I have grown attached, in my head at least.
    “Your loss.  I guess we’ll get your girl, if you live.”
    “She’s not my girl.  She was just easy.  She didn’t fight.”  That is at least true. 
    “Easy, huh?” the guard says with a grin.
    “That’s not what I meant.  I just don’t want to have to fight for a fuck, you know?”  Damn, I should just shut up now.
    “I don’t know.  Sometimes I like a little fight, you know?” He says it all with a casual shrug.  Finally we’re back at my cage.  Thankfully I don’t have to kill a guard today.  He’s already indicated that he might be raping the detainees at the jail, but God help him if he even hinted that he might touch Lani, I’d have to kill him.  I’d have to.
    “I’ll have money on you,” he assures me.  And just before he locks me in, he says, “I’ll take you out again tomorrow.”
    “It’s a date,” I reply with a grin.  God, I hate him, I just hope he doesn’t realize