"You were set to marry my father's heir. My oldest brother," She picks up a cup, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, he has died. As second oldest, it is my duty to fulfill my father's wishes." I'm still utterly confused. She takes a sip, "You will ma...
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Ruth Foster
I've been in the face of danger too much. Each time I'm around Orion, it follows us around. I can't help but like it though, like her. Like how confident she is in her actions, and the person she is. Is she a good person? No, but is her confidence beautiful?
Absolutely, and in no way does it change the fact that she's a stone cold murderer who in no way cares for human life, but my father was like her. My father killed, and so did my uncle. I don't have to like it, but I do have to accept the fact that this is my life now, that she's my life now, and I'm stuck.
I watch as Orion interrogates the man. I find myself in this position a lot, watching as she tortures people. I watched her play Russian roulette, and I thought I knew how she operated, but this is the one time she's surprised me. She hasn't pulled her gun out once. She doesn't need to, she's much better at torturing people mentally.
"Your sister seems nice," She says.
The man grunts out something I can't quite comprehend, but Orion can. This makes her chuckle lightly, "She's a junior in high school, no?"
"I swear to god, if you fucking touch her,"
Orion laughs again, "If I touch her what? You'll kill me? Send people after me? I can't imagine ever being scared of a man who can't keep it in his pants," it's true. The reason she even has him, is because she managed to seduce him. He didn't know she was the woman that his boss has been after. I don't know much about whatever it is Orion's trying to achieve, but I know it all ties back to someone named Petrova. It's all I hear lately.
Petrova this, Petrova that.
I wonder who that person is, and why Orion's so obsessed with finding them. "Tell me where she is, or I will slit your sisters throat, rip out her vocal cords, and force you to watch as I do so. I don't bluff. What is she planning with the drugs?"
The man spits at Orion, "Vaffanculo puttana."
Orion drags her hand across his face in a slap, one so brutal, that even I can almost feel it. "Prima ti uccido, poi uccido tua sorella," I don't understand what she just said, but it's clear that it was a threat.
With a swift of her hand, she pulls the gun out from behind her. It was placed in the back waistband of her dark black jeans. Jeans that highlight her figure perfectly, and beautifully. "Last chance. What's it going to be? Are you going to risk your sister's life for a Cagna who doesn't give a shit about you?"
"I dedicated my life to the cause, the same way you have. What you're doing right now, I've done it as well. I've stood on the other side of the gun, threatening people, making them fear me. I know what I am, and where I'll end up. I made my peace with god. My sister is a saint. She goes to catholic school, and is college bound. She's made her peace with god, and I know where she'll end up. If you kill her, then so be it. She'll see heavens gates, you won't. I won't either, but I have my peace."
