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CHAPTER 67
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BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession CHAPTER 68
Orion's POVKennedy had done this.Kennedy had taken his fists to her face, had slammed her head into a wall, had beaten her until her brain bled and she slipped into unconsciousness. Kennedy had looked at this woman—this smart, strong, beautiful woman—and decided to hurt her, to break her, to make her suffer.My hands were shaking again, trembling with the effort it took to contain the rage coursing through me. Every muscle in my body was tense, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. I wanted to hit something, to break something, to make Kennedy feel every ounce of pain he'd inflicted on her.But right now, I needed to be here. With her.I walked slowly to her bedside, my footsteps quiet on the linoleum floor. Dr. Patterson said something about giving me some privacy and left, closing the door softly behind him. I barely registered his departure. All my attention was focused on Anya.I reached out with a trembling hand and touched her hand softly, carefully, afraid of hurting her
BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession CHAPTER 67
Orion's POVAfter what felt like forever, the doctor finally came out.I was on my feet the instant I saw him push through those double doors, my heart hammering against my ribs. He was an older man, probably in his late fifties, with graying hair and the kind of calm, professional demeanor that came from years of delivering both good news and bad. I'd made sure Anya got the best doctors working on her—I'd pulled strings, made calls, thrown money around until the hospital administrator personally assured me that their top trauma team would handle her case.None of that mattered now. All that mattered was what this doctor was about to tell me."How is she?" I demanded before he could even fully approach me. My voice came out rougher than I intended, strained and desperate. "Is she okay? Is she awake?"The doctor's expression remained carefully neutral, but I saw something flicker in his eyes—concern, maybe, or sympathy. Neither of which were things I wanted to see right now."Mr. Konst
BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession CHAPTER 66
Orion's POVThere was barely a pause before Leon responded. "Understood. How secure are we talking?"Leon knew what I meant by "somewhere secure." We'd had this kind of conversation before—not often, but enough times that we'd developed a certain shorthand. Somewhere secure meant somewhere private, somewhere isolated, somewhere that Kennedy wouldn't be found unless I wanted him to be found. Somewhere I could have a conversation with him without interruption or witnesses."Very secure," I said, my jaw clenching so hard it ached. "I want him found tonight if possible. Use whatever resources you need. However many men it takes. I don't care about the cost.""Any particular condition you want him in when we bring him in?" Leon asked, his tone perfectly neutral and professional.It was a good question. Part of me—a large part of me—wanted to tell Leon to make Kennedy hurt. To give him a taste of what he'd done to Anya. To make him bleed and bruise and feel a fraction of the pain he'd infli
BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession CHAPTER 65
Orion's POVI waited for what felt like forever for the doctors to come out.The emergency room waiting area was sterile and cold, all harsh fluorescent lights and uncomfortable plastic chairs bolted to the floor. The smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of coffee from a vending machine in the corner. A television mounted on the wall played the news on mute, the images flickering across the screen while I sat there, unable to focus on anything except the double doors Anya had disappeared through.The waiting was absolute torture.Minutes crawled by like hours. Each second felt impossibly long, stretching out endlessly while my mind raced with terrible possibilities. I kept seeing her the way I'd found her—crumpled on the floor, covered in blood and bruises, so still and broken. I kept hearing the fear in her voice when she'd called me, the desperate way she'd begged for help. I kept thinking about what might be happening behind those closed doors righ
BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession CHAPTER 64
Orion's POV"Yes, sir," he said, his voice tight with understanding and urgency.I climbed in beside her, keeping her cradled against me, one hand supporting her head to keep it from lolling too much. The car door slammed shut, and then we were moving, pulling away from the curb with a screech of tires.My driver sped off toward the hospital, weaving aggressively through traffic, running lights, doing exactly what I'd told him to do. The city blurred past the windows, but I barely noticed. All my attention was focused on Anya.She was still unconscious. Still so pale and still and broken-looking. The blood from her head wound had soaked into my shirt now, a dark stain spreading across the fabric. I could feel how cold her skin was, could see the way her breathing hitched sometimes like it hurt her to breathe.Broken ribs, probably. Maybe internal bleeding. Definitely a concussion from the way her head had been bleeding. God only knew what else Kennedy had done to her.I talked to her
BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession CHAPTER 63
Orion's POV"No," I breathed, the word coming out strangled and desperate.I ran toward her, my feet crunching on broken glass that I barely registered. I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands reaching for her but hesitating for just a second, afraid to touch her, afraid of what I would find.Her head was bleeding—a dark, sticky patch of blood matting her hair and trickling down her face in thin red rivulets. Her face was bruised, already swelling, with dark purple marks blooming across her cheekbone and around her eye. Her lip was split and bleeding. There was blood smeared under her nose, dried and crusted on her upper lip.But it wasn't just her face.Her arms were covered in bruises—finger-shaped marks where someone had grabbed her, held her down. Her clothes were torn and disheveled. I could see more bruises on her ribs where her shirt had ridden up, dark and angry-looking, the kind of bruises that came from being kicked or punched repeatedly.She looked broken. Battered. Like
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