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“nice boy”.
                  Lena seemed to share his thoughts on the subject. She gave her step-father a sour look and stormed away towards the stairs. Zeus threw up his hands and walked back to his office.
                  Left alone in the living room, Ramon closed the house and locked the door, then went to the kitchen to get a broom. He cleaned up the mess, straightened the furniture back out, and made a note to have a conversation with Lena and Zeus about how Damien had gotten into the complex, and why he had been allowed to get to the front door without a meeting with one of Zeus’s henchmen.
                  Once order had been restored to the living room, Ramon went upstairs to check on Lena.
     

Lena
                  Lena wanted nothing more than to grab a piece of glass from the floor and cut Damien’s throat with it. Ramon had stopped her, for which she was equal parts grateful and grudging. She was upset that Ramon had interfered at all. If he’d have let Damien hit her, she could have gone to the police with him as a witness and had his sorry ass locked up. Not that her father would have let her do it. Not that Damien’s father ever would have let him see the inside of a jail cell. But all the same, now that Damien was an adult, his crimes would go on the record and stay there.
                  Maybe she couldn’t make any of his crimes stick, but at least she could sink his reputation.
                  As angry as she was with Ramon, she was even more upset with her step-father. She’d told him everything that Damien had done to her, just like she’d told the police. The police didn’t do anything. They couldn’t, not really. But she’d expected her step-father to. She’d expected him to give a shit. She’d never been angrier in her life. Zeus Buldova was one of the few people in Florida who could have touched a single hair on Damien’s head, and he had no desire to do so.
                  And now, after countless abuses, he still defended that shithead. Still couldn’t see why Lena didn’t want to have anything to do with him.
                  She’d been so blind with rage, so high on adrenaline, that she didn’t even notice the shards of glass in her hands and feet until there was a knock on the bedroom door and she sat up and saw the blood all over the door, the floor, and her comforter.
                  “Fuck off,” she sobbed.
                  Ramon opened the door and looked inside. He disappeared for a moment, then returned with a first aid kit.
                  “Is there a problem with your hearing or something?” Lena asked.
                  Ramon didn’t respond. He opened the first aid kit and took out a pair of tweezers, some gauze, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and several pairs of rubber gloves..
                  “Give me your hands,” he said with a calm and quiet voice.
                  Lena hesitated. She hated to do anything that Ramon told her to. Hated his rules. Hated the way that he ordered around.
                  “The longer you wait to get this taken care of, the worse it’s going to be.”
                  The pain had already started to hit her now that the adrenaline was waning. It was terrible, made worse by the fact that she couldn’t touch anything without aggravating the shards of glass in her palm. Her left hand was shaking so hard that she couldn’t have begun to use the tweezers on her own.
                  She surrendered her hand to Ramon, who took it gently, holding her by the wrist and leaning over her hand. He had to stop to turn on the lamp by the side of her bed, then returned to tend to her cuts. He was careful and delicate with his work, but there was no way to go about removing the dozens of tiny slivers without inflicted a great deal more