Page 83 of Orion Ruined

“Oh, is that so?” Uncle Colletti asks.

“I worked for Milan the Dog for a number of years and I’ve seen quite a lot of the stuff he has on all of you,” Maisy drawls.

Uncle James’s eyebrows rise and he shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “What did you do for him, Maisy, apart from, um, you know?”

He just had to go there. “Uncle James, Maisy’s a genius,” I growl, feeling the need to defend her. “Milan hired her to run his books when she was still underage. I don’t want you insinuating she was his whore. She wasn’t.”

“Oh? And you were there, were you?” Uncle James asks mockingly. Always testing me. He turns to his brothers. “Or maybe he tried this little angel’s pussy last night and now his smitten cock’s doing all the talking for him?” The three of them burst into laughter.

I’ve seen them do this too many times, and I’d often join in too, except this time I want to slit their throats and skin them alive. Maisy laughs too, but the way she bites her lip is what riles me the most. I’d slap some sense into her first before I shoot the other three. I don’t usually show what I feel but right now, I have issues hiding my pettiness.

Maisy places her hand on my thigh and it glides up, reaching my cock, and strokes me over my pants. What the fuck? Is this supposed to calm me down?

“Do you want to know what I know? Ask me. I dare you. Give me a date, a name, or a location, and I’ll tell you what Milan has in his files,” she purrs.

She then leans in close to whisper in my ear. “I need you to fuck me, right now.”

My eyes land on her legs. She’s spread them in her chair and is rolling her hips. Her body’s undulations are detectable only to me as her eyes meet mine and she winks again. “Yes, now.”

I become aware of Uncle Leo’s voice as I’m trying to make sense of her behavior. “Okay. Maisy. Tell me what you know about Christmas Day last year.”

That was the day when Tom was killed. We’re still looking for the killer. Although it was one of us who gave him away. So much has happened since, but my sister had it worst. Mya has not uttered a word since that day.

My uncles gulp, looking transfixed by the glide of Maisy’s tongue across her top lip as she thinks.

“Maisy…” I warn.

My cell buzzes in my pants and I pull it out, reading the message under the table.

URGENT: Maisy’s had two doses of the banned patches, you know the ones I mean. She should be coming down from it in the next hour. I’ll fill you in tonight. L

Banned patches? BANNED PATCHES?!

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” I bellow, startling everyone. I look up and notice they’re staring at me. I’m no better than Kai. Totally out of control. Quickly, I wave my hand dismissively. “Dry cleaner ruined my shirts.”

Uncle Colletti ignores me. “We’re waiting, Maisy.”

Now, everything’s as clear as day. Spending time with Kai, her behavior makes sense. That need in her eyes, I see it–I know how much it hurts. Why couldn’t I see it earlier? Was I obsessing over Maisy that much that my perception of how I do things has changed?

Let’s start with who gave her this patch.

We tried those stickers once on a girl we hooked up with. Forty-eight hours later, we all agreed they were bad news. The girl was prepared to do anything with anyone and we just couldn’t control her. When we thought she was done, she went home and ended up fucking the pizza delivery guy, then a bunch of her neighbors for the rest of the night.

“Hmm, Christmas Day last year… I remember.” She takes my hand and places it between her legs. “I remember seeing a few emails about a job being done.”

Uncle Leo leans in. “Who were these emails from?”

She sits at the edge of her chair and rests her breasts on the table. While everyone’s ogling her, open-mouthed, she spreads her legs more, one on either side of the chair. No one but me can see her under the table.

“The email correspondence was between Milan and someone else, who at the end wrote ‘Don’t ask for my help again. I could be made.’”

“What was the job?”

I don’t make out who asks the question because I’m under her spell, watching her playing everyone.

“Um, let me think,” she says breathily.

For fuck’s sake! I’m going to pound that cunt the moment we’re alone. There’s a rage inside me I must keep under control, because I soon discover she’s not wearing panties; her arousal is spread between her thighs and her cunt is brimming with juice. I press my fingers over her sleek lips and slide to her clit, swirling slowly, and she ums and ahhs until I pinch her.

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