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“Can’t do that. Drake over here introduced us and kept telling her shit. Not to mention she’s seen our faces and knows where we are,” I replied tightly, and Penn gave me a devilish smirk.
“I fucking told you to put the bag over my head.”
“I’m about to gag you. You talk too much.”
“Yes please. Does that mean I get to call you Daddy like Drake does?” She was going to be the death of me. “You promised me pizza. Don’t think you’re getting out of it, Sticky Fingers.”
“We have to kill her,” Knox said without a flicker of emotion on his face. “Call Donovan and let her deal with this mess.”
I wasn’t letting anything bad happen to Penn. She’d done nothing wrong other than be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Considering she’d happily come with us instead of putting up a fight, it made me want to keep her safe.
What kind of life did she have if kidnappers were a better option?
There was no way I was handing her over to Beckett Donovan, or her family's street crew, to dispose of.
“She’s my responsibility,” I grunted, scrubbing a hand over my face. I was too tired for this shit. “She stays with me until I figure this out.”
“You kill her then,” Knox shrugged. “And you’re damn right she’s your problem. What happens when people start looking for her? Do you think we should try to sort out a ransom?”
A snort left Penn as she placed her bags by her feet before crossing her arms.
“You’d have more luck trying to get a ransom for the painting. You fuckers didn’t even know about me so that tells you how much my father loves to show me off.”
Stone stalked towards us, and I was surprised when Penn held his gaze and straightened her spine. Gone was the sarcastic girl as she stood her ground like she was going to try and take him down.
His chest bumped against her, annoyance in his tone when she didn’t back down. “Are you calling me stupid?”
“If the shoe fits, then lace that fucker up. Where the fuck’s my pizza?” she demanded, a snort of amusement leaving me.
Stone’s eyes flicked to me, and I was pretty sure he was going to murder me.
“I’m heading out with some of the others today. I want her gone by the time I get home. Don’t fuck her.”
“I’ll try to control myself,” I said with a chuckle, his gaze turning to Drake.
“I was talking to this prick. Kidnapping charges will turn into rape and assault with this creepy little shit.”
“Hey! It would be the best fuck of her life!” Drake argued, yelping as Knox twisted his nipple through his shirt.
“Go to fucking bed.”
“Are you coming too or—”
“Drake.” Knox’s eyes flicked to our guest before returning to him. “Go.” Drake huffed but did as he was told, stomping to bed like a scolded child and leaving Knox to glare at me. “Where’s the hostage sleeping?”
“My room where they always do,” I joked, bending to grab Penn’s bags, giving her a warm smile. “C’mon, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”
She happily followed me through the building until we reached my bedroom, her eyes taking everything in. It was quiet, but there were hundreds of people here.
We were a big operation.
“Where will you sleep?” she asked once I let her into my room, her eyebrows drawing together. “I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed. I can sleep on the couch.”
“I dragged you here so you get the bed,” I said firmly as I tidied up. I wasn’t a slob but I’d been lazy lately.
The only people who entered my room were some of the guys so they didn’t give a shit if I had socks on the floor or yesterday's shirt tossed on the chair in the corner.
Penn’s house was sparkling clean so I wanted her to feel comfortable.
