Prisoner and Together: All of You series complete set by Melissa Silvey

her cookies and milk and sing her to sleep?” 
    He laughs, like we’re best friends, and says, “I’d fuck her nice and hard, smack her ass, and send her back to her momma.”  We arrive at my cell, just in time.  Another day I don’t have to kill a guard.  “Dinner’s in an hour.”
    “It’s a date,” I say.  He laughs again, then closes the door.
    Now, I get to sit here for an hour and think about Lani.  Hell, she is probably too young for me.  If we were out in the real world, she wouldn’t look twice at me.  She’s a goddess, and I’m a fucking ape.
    I hope to God she’s still in jail on Saturday.  That’s a horrible thought, but true.
     
    Lani
     
    I’m irritable, and I snap at Hughes when she comes to get me to take me to Medical.  “The Gladiator asked for you again,” she says, and even that pisses me off.
    “He’s not a fucking gladiator,” I reply, but then I immediately get quiet.  I don’t want them to think I’ve gotten at all emotionally invested here.  But I’m a fucking human being, unlike the people that I’m surrounded by.  I need a vacation after this, somewhere that I can sit in a room, and cry and drink wine for two weeks straight. 
    “How are you today, Lani?” Doctor Dad asks when he sees me.  He and Nameless were already chatting when I entered the room.  If it wasn’t Saturday, if I wasn’t about to see Tony for probably the last time, I would tell him I’m feeling sick.
    “I’m fine,” I growl, and hand him my hand.  “Can we get this over with?”
    Doctor Dad seems concerned.  “Are you sure?  You’re not feeling nauseous, or dizzy?” 
    “No, I’m just fine.  Take my blood, and see for yourself.”  This is really not me.  This place has gotten inside my head.  Maybe a mental hospital would be a good place to decompress after this nightmare.  It’s another week that I haven’t figured out who killed my sister.  It’s another Saturday that I have to watch Tony Roman kill a man with his bare hands.
    He pulls a needle out of his bag, and says, “I’m going to do some blood work,” as he quickly inserts it into my arm.  I’m so numb right now, I don’t even feel it. 
    He caps the needle, and places it in his bag.  “Blood work,” he says to Nameless when she glares at him.
    “Sorry for the inconvenience,” I say. 
    Then he pricks my finger, and says, “Her blood sugar is unusually low today, but not too low.  If she seems grouchy, or confused, she might need another piece of fruit, or a glass of orange juice.” 
    “Or a Pamprin,” I sigh loudly.  I am totally PMSing, which is not a lie, and explains part of the reason why I’ve been so grouchy today.  PMS is part of it, the other part is the fact that I’m surrounded by psychopaths.  It also means I will probably be all over Roman tonight, and then cry all day tomorrow.  “It’s biology, Doc.”  Nameless actually laughs.
    “I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow,” he says, as he pats my shoulder.
    “Don’t you have golf with my dad tomorrow?  Let him know I’m fine when you see him.  I’ll be here Monday.  Bring me some Pamprin, and chocolate.”  I’m really smiling now, hamming it up.  Maybe he was right.  Maybe my sugar really was low.
    Doctor Dad nods.  “I’ll see what I can do.” 
    Nameless leads us both out.  When we’re out of earshot, she stops suddenly.  “He didn’t even get that you might not be here tomorrow.  You’re good, Vaden.”
    “I do what I can,” I say with a grin. 
    “You must really want to see the gladiator.  He really turned you out, didn’t he?”
    “I just want to keep breathing,” I reply coldly.  The grin is completely gone.
    She seems stunned for a moment, that I can turn off my emotions that quickly.  “Good, you’re smart.  I knew I liked you,” she states, just as coldly.
     
    Tony
     
    “My hair is too long.  It gets in my eyes when I sweat.  I need it cut before the fight,” I