Page 77 of Orion Ruined

LOGAN

What in the fucking hell of Satan? What the fuck?!! Is that Maisy in the recording studio?

I glance at her two, three times, trying to look indifferent. Then four.

Blinking slowly, my fingers clasped, elbows on the table, I do everything in my power to sound aloof. “Who’s that girl?”

I’m sitting in the boardroom, attending a meeting I wanted to end five minutes ago, though now I’m thanking my lucky stars I didn’t.

Everyone at the table is uninterested. My cousin Vince, who’s running the gig, peeks at her. “Which one?”

“Some new chick.”

My self-control is usually great. Now, with Maisy, it seems like I have none. I shoot up onto my feet, drawing everyone’s attention, as twenty-two members of my family are now staring at me.

“Has she been checked? She’s screaming. I thought we didn’t force girls into porn anymore.”

“We don’t, unless they scream. Haha!” Vince laughs.

“For fuck’s sake, Vince!” I push out the chair behind me, the screech visibly startling everyone, and leave the boardroom.

I hear a few grumbles of “Come on, Logan, we need you in here.” They all want to go and spend time in a seedy booth with their stripper whores. What they always do, and always did when my father ran this place.

I stride down to where Maisy is, and I still cannot believe my eyes. If I don’t hurry, it looks like Ronnie’s going to fuck her and that’s not good. I’m gonna have to cut off his cock and kill him.

He sees me approaching angrily but doesn’t stop, even when I storm inside. But why would he? They’ve always shared these girls. I must remind myself to fire everyone who worked with my father.

I grab his arm and pull him back, away from her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Logan, wait your turn.”

Funny, he thinks I play by Lorenzo’s rules. He’s looking at her hungrily and has already unzipped his pants, though he’s struggling with the top button under his big stomach.

“You better fucking stop what you’re doing because you’ll end up with nothing below your waist. Zip up, I don’t wanna see your ugly wiener. Now…” I point to Maisy on the bed, moaning and touching herself under her dress. “Has she been checked?”

Ronnie grumbles, but does what I tell him. Once he’s dressed, he heads over to the camera, and the blinking red light on top switches off. The fucker was recording himself. “She must’ve been if she’s here. It’s not up to me to check, y’know.”

“Has she been given something?” I don’t even look at him, just press my lips together because I know what’s going on. I can see it. She’s been drugged.

During my father’s reign, women didn’t have a choice. Or a voice. Those who ended up within his vicinity for whatever reason and were pretty enough to be fucked, but didn’t want any part in adult filmmaking, were medicated to get them horny. All that stopped when he died, and Vince swore to me on several occasions he’s not doing that anymore. Asshole.

“Yeah, two doses.”

Maisy’s eager eyes lock with mine and she inhales, her whole body beginning to undulate. She’s high. “Oh, you. I want you! And your big cock!” She rises up on her knees, coming closer.

I got to get her away from here. She may start talking, and that’s another ticking bomb I don’t need. “She must be tested first,” I say.

“Well, you test positive for being an absolute God in bed!” she giggles in her sweet voice, her finger pointing at both of us.

I grab her by the upper arm and lift her dress to check her over, and remove the two patches they’ve slapped on her. Fucking Vince. He swore to me. And if we’re not stocking up on them, where the fuck does he buy them? Orion’s right: there are too many snitches among us. I know my books, my income and outgoings, my profit. Nothing of this sort appears on them, so who’s paying for this drug? And why am I not being told about it? My blood’s boiling for so many reasons; I could explode right here.

I pull her up roughly. “You’re going to my office to be checked, right now.” I’ve had enough of her lies. I should leave her here to rot. Dammit, why have we all fallen for this trickster?

“No, no, I wanna stay, they told me I’m about to play with ten men!” she whispers, sluggishly. “Ten men, Doctor! I’d hate to miss that.”

I ignore her words. If I didn’t know she was drugged, this would’ve been the last straw for her. But seeing that she is, I can’t leave her here. She’s depending on me. And my men will tear her apart.

I drag her across the floor while people go about their business, everyone ignoring me apart from Vince who’s watching me from the boardroom. I shoot him a look and shake my head.

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