Page 70 of Orion Ruined

Orion’s cell flashes with a notification. He opens up a video and mutters to himself, “Lisa.”

In a short while, Lisa shows up in the kitchen with shopping bags.

I’m happy to see another woman in the house. “Lisa! Come and join us.”

“Hello everyone.” She spies the food on the table and playfully snickers. “Any pizza left for me, Logan?” She probably knows Logan’s love affair with his pizza. I wish I knew before taking a slice.

“Uh-Uh. No way.” Logan disregards her jeer and responds like he means it.

“Ha-ha, you’re such a greedy asshole,” she laughs.

“At least you asked. Maisy here didn’t.”

Lisa sits down next to me and drops the bags on the floor. “These are for you, Maisy.”

“Me?”

“Yes, Orion asked me to get you some things for going out.”

I grin, overjoyed, and jump into Orion’s lap and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, Orion!”

“Well, you needed it. Now you have no excuse to be walking around practically naked,” he chuckles.

“Thank you, Lisa.”

“Don’t mention it.”

I jump off his lap and head to wash my hands in the sink. “Let me just do this, and I’m out of here.”

I tip the shopping bags upside down on my bed and shriek with joy. “Yes! Black lace panties, so many of them!” Thank you, Lisa!

She got me jeans, shirts, a coat, a few dresses for all occasions–a whole new wardrobe. And bras! I haven’t worn a bra for a long time. A lace one, too.

I quickly get dressed in lace panties, a bra, jeans, and a long-sleeved black top, before heading back down to the kitchen. I walk in grinning.

Logan laughs. “Who’s this girl, Orion? I don’t recognize her with so many clothes on.”

Lisa nods approvingly. “You look great, Maisy.”

Orion’s eyes are twinkling. He’s looking at my jeans–and my boobs. He can tell I’m wearing a bra.

“I feel great, Lisa. Thank you,” I reply, feeling smug.

CHAPTER 12

KAI

How stupid am I? Orion’s right. I’m an idiot. An idiot who doesn’t think. Why did I think she’d be safe with me? I’m the fucking head of the Delgados, that’s why, but they still had the guts to challenge me. Rocco got what he deserved. Everyone got what they deserved. You mess with my girl, I’m gonna fuck you up.

I have no remorse for killing any of them. I probably should’ve killed Natasha too, but that stupid guilt always creeps in. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if the same thing happened to Maisy. I get PTSD when I dwell on how close Maisy was to getting gangbanged–something I couldn’t save Natasha from, and have been feeling regretful about ever since.

I deserved the bullet, and the beating afterward. But fuck, they knew I’d been shot, and that’s why they jumped me. Had I not been, my fists don’t speak words, they just slay. And nobody would’ve stood a chance.

The very moment I get better, I’ll show those motherfuckers what it means to lead a mutiny against me. All of them!

These thoughts rove constantly in my head, not allowing me to sleep, which I’ve been trying to do for some time. Logan patched me up pretty well, including a few stitches, and now all I’m waiting for is my body to heal. Meaning, I can only lie here, in the darkness.

I hear Maisy’s sweet voice. “Kai? Are you awake?”

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