Page 78 of Orion Ruined

We reach my private office, the place where I check all my patients in the privacy of four solid walls, and sit her on the chair. “Maisy! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought we said no more lies!” I want to sound angry, menacing, but I hear the plea in my voice. I hope to God she has a good fucking reason for being in my studio.

Maisy looks at me with those dark eyes, the hazel specks around the pupils making her even more enticing, and with all her effort–which I know is all of it, because this drug doesn’t take prisoners–she takes a deep breath. “I must find my twin sister. Rosey.” And that’s it, she’s lost again.

What did she say?

“Logan, I can’t talk. Please, fuck me, or I’m not sure what I’m gonna do. I need someone.” Maisy’s sweating profusely, her nipples hardened under her dress, and she’s touching herself again.

“Your sister? Maisy, you have a sister? Fuck, girl, why are you doing this to me? You thought you could just come here and ask about your sister? What about the recording of you? Please tell me that’s not a lie!”

“It’s not. But I must find my sister, too. She was taken by Milan when we were twelve, and he told me if I worked for him, if I did what he asked, my sister would be spared, but he lied! That fucker lies! He made her a prostitute, he made her take part in adult films, and all this time I thought I was helping her…”

I’m listening to her talk and if I could, I’d kill her myself. All these lies–why did she keep so much from us? We wanted to protect her, and we are, but she’s in too deep now. I take a needle from the cabinet and give her an injection in the buttock. It will help the drug dissolve in her body within a couple of hours.

“Fuck, Maisy.”

“Logan…” Frenzied, she grabs my top and pulls me to her. “There’s a taxi waiting for me outside. Take me there. Please.”

“Where’s it taking you?”

“Back to Orion’s.” She lunges as if to kiss me, but I keep her at bay.

“Right. Okay, you go there, yes?”

“Yes. Logan… if you knew about Rosey, you wouldn’t have wanted to help me… help us.”

I’m just furious she never trusted me in the first place. “I would’ve.”

I grab her arm again and we leave my office, me dragging her out and back through the red-lit hallway. “Right now, I just hope Orion doesn’t find out you’re gone. If he does, this is our last goodbye.”

“Don’t tell him, please. Please,” Maisy begs as we get outside, and I see the car waiting. I open the door for her.

“She had something to drink, but she’ll be fine. Here.” I give the driver a couple hundred dollars. “Look at her, or talk to her, and you’re dead. She’ll tell me if you do. But she’ll try you. So be strong if you want to live.” I throw a blade at him. It lands neatly on the seat between his legs, a few centimeters from his crotch. His breath catches, and he nods.

I pull my cell out and take a picture of him, just in case, then send her off.

Going back to the meeting in the boardroom, enraged and with a twitching eye, I begin to wonder if I’ve been too lenient as head of the Vitalis. My father got his dick cut and died. That was his thing. But why on earth we continued with the adult movies… Fucking Vince.

I enter the boardroom breathing hard through my nose. Everyone seems to notice my twitching eye.

Vince is standing. “Logan, glad you could join the meeting again. As I was saying, we’re not sure if you’re suitable to lead the Vitalis.” His two brothers, sitting on either side of him, nod and make noises of agreement.

Little does Vince know, his words are coming at the wrong fucking time for him.

I regard everyone else. Not one person has the guts to look me in the eye.

“Right.” I take the blades from my pocket and swiftly throw them one by one, each landing in the necks of the three men, tearing them open. Blood starts spurting from their throats and everyone else in the room shouts in disgust.

“Come on, Logan, I just bought this suit!” Uncle Jon shouts, taking cover from the gushing blood.

Bobby also jumps back to save his clothes. “We’ve told you, not the neck! It’s too messy.”

The glass walls grow red as Vince and his brothers clutch their necks and choke on their own blood, before finally succumbing to their deaths. Too easy if you ask me.

“Anyone else think I’m not suitable to lead?” I ask quietly.

I look at those remaining as the blood drips from me. I bet I’m a sight to remember. That was my kill, and I’m proud of it.

“I thought so. Now, sit yourselves down. I’m not finished.”

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