Page 27 of Orion Ruined

He holds my gaze. “Late for what?”

I lift my chin slightly. “I’m not hungry.”

“Oh. I see. I don’t have food for you, even if you are.” He chuckles. “The pasta was great, by the way.”

“Why are you laughing at me?” I cross my arms over my chest. “Are you happy with your video recording?”

He looks perplexed. “What are you talking about, Maisy?”

“I know you’ve been filming me on your security cameras!” There. I told him.

“I have, yes.”

“Why?”

His tone is stern. “For safety.”

“When were you gonna tell me?”

“Never. You don’t get a say in that, silly girl.”

“And you didn’t watch me tonight?” I demand.

“Was there a reason why I should?”

“Um, Kai mentioned you may’ve been jer… Nothing. Never mind.” It’s stupid that I feel a pang of disappointment. So stupid.

“What have you been doing with Kai and Logan that you want me to see?” He’s teasing me now, I know it. He must’ve watched us, and now he’s trying to embarrass me.

“You don’t even want to eat with me, so mind your own damn business,” I huff. “Please just tell me why you’re here. What do you want?”

He clears his throat. Clearly, he’s here on business. Good.

“We killed Camila. But you figured that out already, so we now have one more reason to kill you. We won’t, unless you betray me in any way, in which case I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger. You said you read stuff about us, so here I am. What information can you give me?”

“Why would I betray you if you’re protecting me?” Arrogant bastard. “Anyway, what do you want to know?”

“I don’t know what you know. Tell me everything.”

“Everything? Pffft! Ask me about names, places, locations. If I’ve seen it, I’ll tell you what I know.”

He narrows his eyes like he’s evaluating me. “Okay. 57th and Savak Street.”

“I presume you want me to tell you information connected to the mafia? Because I know shitloads of information about that street.”

“Naturally.”

“I saw an article. There was a drive-by shooting last November 5th, at eight in the evening. Three criminal organizations were involved–the Delgados, the Vitalis, and the Slavs, which is Milan’s mob. There was an extortion going on at the time and the Delgados and Vitalis did a drive-by and killed ten of Milan’s men. Milan returned fire and killed three men from the Delgados and two Vitalis. The mobs acted independently. But the article finished with a question about if the Delgados and the Vitalis had been working together.”

“And?” He must know the answer, that’s why he’s asking me.

“And what?”

“Did they work together?”

“The journalist was killed three days after publishing the article,” I retort. “But you knew that already.”

“OK. Guns, and Ireland.”

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