Page 47 of Orion Ruined

That must’ve hurt. I laugh to myself.

“Arghh! I’m so sorry, Lisa, no… I mean, I didn’t know you were using this room. I’m sorry.” He tries to dodge her next hit, but no one can escape Lisa when she’s in a fury. Even I couldn’t when I was young. When she’s mad about something, everyone takes cover. Jonah should know that. He’s been around my family for years.

“Get out! OUT!” she yells, pointing to the door.

He’s holding his crotch as he limps past me. Garry has appeared and helps him get back to the stairs.

That kick to the balls was what he deserved. And not enough.

“I see you don’t need any help, sis,” I say, but as I go to close the door, she points to the bathroom.

“She’s in there,” she mouths.

I nod, appreciative. Though she didn’t listen to my order in the first place, seeing that she saved Maisy, I won’t say a thing. She never listens to my orders anyway. That’s why I made her say it earlier, but what was the point? She’s as stubborn as my father was.

I walk downstairs, trying to decide Jonah’s fate. He’s had his run with the Cartes. He can go and fuck himself wherever he wants now.

Growing more enraged, I stride quickly to where he’s sitting in the kitchen. I pull out my Colt, twist the silencer on and press the cold barrel to his forehead. I unlock the gun, and there it is: the crying, and the begging.

“Get up and go,” I snarl.

“Don’t kill me, please. I’m going, here. Please. Don’t kill me.” He backs out of my house onto the street. I stay right with him, my index finger on the trigger and the barrel stuck to his head.

“Run, Jonah.”

Jonah starts running, and I know he’s heading straight for the club. Great. I bet he’ll wait for me there, with enough supporters to stand against me. Let’s see who wants to die today.

I get back to the club in no time. There are few people standing outside, their eyes cautiously following me as I march in with the gun in my hand.

“Why did you come here, Jonah?” I yell. “When I said run, I meant anywhere but here. There’s nothing left for you with the Cartes anymore!”

Jonah pops up from where he was crouching behind a table. “Don’t do this to me, please, O-Ryon… The Cartes are my life, I served your father. He respected me!”

I can tell from his eyes, he knows death draws nearer for him.

Lucky for me, the boxing club is nearly empty this time in the morning, but even so, the few familiar faces that happen to be in here, hold their breath. The club is where we meet, drink, or fuck. We get rid of our differences in the ring. Not with guns. That’s my one rule. But here I am, aiming my Colt directly at this asshole in front of me.

They all know me. They know what I’m capable of doing. As much as I want to stop the bloodshed, he went over my head and intruded on the one thing I never give out for free: access to my personal life.

Outside the back exit, he trips and falls backward.

“Run.”

“Please don’t kill me, please. I’ll run, but–”

“Three – two – one.”

He finally sees the depth of shit he’s in and starts running for his life. Of course, he’s not fucking getting away–the rage inside me will only be tamed when I pull the trigger of my trusted Colt. I aim for his kneecap and fire. He screams and falls.

“Get out of here you piece of shit! I don’t want you disturbing the neighbors!” I yell as he drags himself out of my sight.

I go back inside and everyone exhales the breath they were holding.

Garry’s already arrived and is fidgeting at the bar. A whiskey tumbler rests next to him and he offers it to me. He knows what calms my nerves. He’s lucky he’s a fast learner.

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For the few days after the shooting, I was pestered constantly about the reason why Jonah was banished. If he was a snitch, I should’ve killed him, so everyone wondered why I left him alive, but few dared to ask me.

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