Page 82 of Orion Ruined

She smiles. Those eyes are different, raw, lustful. “I’m ready for you,” she breathes. She’s fucking me in her mind, that’s clear.

“We’re late,” I chide her.

I take her hand and lead her out to the car that’s waiting for us. Garry’s in the driver’s seat and once we’re in, he sets off. Our eyes meet as he glances at Maisy in the rear-view mirror one too many times.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Garry, if you want to still have eyes by the time we get there,” I growl.

He looks uncomfortable and nods at me via the mirror.

Arriving in no time, he parks the car and gets out to open Maisy’s door. He’s either too young or he just doesn’t know what to do. He spots me through the window and at the sight of my face, runs to my door instead and opens it.

I exit the car and go to Maisy’s side to open her door.

There are a few members of the Cartes standing outside the club and they all stare as Maisy’s legs make an appearance out of the car, the rest of her nearly-bare body following. I turn to them in a relaxed manner, but they know what that means. They scatter all over the place like cockroaches.

Def Leppard’s “She’s Too Tough” is playing as we enter the club. I place my hand on Maisy’s lower back and meet her eyes, which are still wild and needy. Was she always like this? Is that why we can’t get enough of her? Maybe her not getting release with Kai is messing with her head.

I look around the club and every single person is looking at her. I’m gonna kill someone tonight. “What’s the matter, you’ve never seen a girl before?”

I wait for an answer. They resume drinking and talking, all of a sudden making more noise than before. I choose to ignore them and head for the boardroom on the second floor, up a narrow staircase. I direct Maisy there, allowing her to walk in front of me.

“You okay?” I ask.

She turns to me, her hands raking through her hair, sliding down her neck, then cupping her breasts. “Orion, I need you. Badly.”

“Maisy, not right now, darling. I need you to focus.”

The door at the top of the stairs opens before we get there. It’s Uncle Leo who greets us, and I cannot protect her from his greedy glare. “So, this is the woman we saved yesterday!”

Maisy reaches him and he pulls her to him, kissing her on both cheeks.

For fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t say anything. But I’m petty when it comes to Maisy. My two other uncles are behind Uncle Leo, seemingly competing over who’s going to perv on her the most.

They kiss her, and I’ve had enough. I pull her to safety, out of their grasp. They shouldn’t be enjoying her this much.

As we enter the boardroom I’m quick to point to a padded leather chair at the head of the table “Maisy. Sit here.” And as an additional precaution, I sit next to her while the others sit at the opposite end and along the sides with plenty of space between Maisy and them.

“Uncle Leo, Uncle James, Uncle Colletti, this is Maisy Roy. She’s the girl we got from the Delgados.”

Maisy waves sweetly at them. “Hi.”

The two perfect mounds on her chest, rising with each breath she takes, is where their eyes land. She flicks her hair to one side and touches her fingers to her collarbone. I can’t make her out. I know she wouldn’t flirt with them, but what is she doing?

My father’s brothers are overweight, wheeze when they breathe, all smoke cigars, and are the perviest men there are. They’re family, and they follow my lead, but I wouldn’t put it past them to kill me in my sleep.

Uncle Leo takes a sip of whiskey and quirks an eyebrow. “Maisy, Orion tells us you’re special,” he begins, a suggestive edge to his voice. Of course. “What’s so special about you apart from, um, what we see in front of us?”

She laughs uncomfortably and twists in the chair, her breasts jiggling too much for my liking. What is wrong with her today?

“Uncle Leo, please mind your language,” I warn him.

“Okay, okay.” He takes a long drag of his cigar, stalling for time. I fucking bet he’s imagining all kinds of filthy things about her.

Maisy looks at me to check if she’s okay to respond, and I nod. Good girl.

“I have photographic memory, Uncle Leo. That means whatever I see, I remember. It’s forever etched in my head.” She ends with a wink.

Uncle Leo looks flustered and I stare at her, shocked. She’ll get spanked for that wink, little brat.

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