Page 15 of While You Sleep

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Cillian

I didn’t have time to be gentle with her. We needed to move. I’d already let her distract me. That had never happened to me before, but then from the moment I’d laid eyes on Sophia, she’d distracted me, testing my usually iron-clad control and smashing it to pieces. “Get dressed.”

She shoved at me, and I stepped back, giving her the space she wanted but staying between her and the door. Her expression was confused, hurt. She’d get over it.

“Tell me who you are?” she demanded again.

The strength in her voice was a surprise. I had wondered if she had any backbone to speak of. This was good. She’d need it. “Dress, and then I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

When she didn’t move straightaway, I took a step toward her and she darted to the other side of her bed. “Get out of my apartment. Now.” She snatched up her phone.

“Who are you gonna call, pet?”

“Don’t…don’t call me that. I’m calling my father. You know him, don’t you?”

I strode to her drawers and yanked the top one open. “Good idea. Call him.”

She stared at me, her chest rising and falling fast, the vein at her throat fluttering wildly. “You are one of his men, aren’t you?”

“I already said I wasn’t.” I dug around in her drawer and found underwear, pink with a matching bra. I tossed them on the bed. “Tell him you’re with Cillian.” I opened the next drawer and grabbed shorts and a shirt and tossed them down as well.

“Cillian?” She paled.

“Do it,” I bit out.

She jumped, fumbling with her phone, and hit the number for her father.

“Put it on speaker.”

Her gaze darted to me, then back down. The sound of the phone ringing filled the room. “I can’t talk now, Sophia.”

“Dad—”

“I said I’m busy—”

“Perhaps you’ll find time for me, Brennan,” I said.

There was a pause. “Who the fuck is this? Cillian?”

“Sophia’s in danger.”

“What? How?” he yelled.

“Leone.”

There was another beat of silence. “Bring her to me, O’Rourke, do you hear me?”

His attempt to intimidate me would be laughable if I actually found things humorous. I strode over and snatched the phone from her, ending the call, and shoved it in my pocket. “Put the clothes on.”

“I don’t understand any of this,” she choked out.

“Because your father is an idiot. He’ll explain what’s happening when I get you to him.”

She was trembling again, but this time because she was afraid. “And you’ll take me to him?”

“I will.”

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