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She was never going to be clean!

Scrub. Scrub.

Her vision blurred. Her skin grew sensitive and irritated.

Wash away the filth.

A sob broke free and soon she dropped the loofah, curling in on herself as she cried.

She was an Anisimov.

She couldn’t fall apart.

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Colm stared at the bathroom door.

Every instinct he had was screaming at him to go back in there. That he made sure Sofia was all right.

But she’d locked him out. So, other than breaking down the door, there was no way he could get in there.

And he wasn’t going to scare her like that.

Fuck. She was scared of him!

What kind of arrogant fuckwit was he? He’d told her to trust him. He’d told her he would take care of her and that she could let go with him. Give him control.

And then he went and fucking scared her.

He hadn’t even taken the time to learn about what was going on between her and Oleg.

That fucker had been abusing her! Right under his nose and he hadn’t even known.

A noise like a wounded animal escaped him and he didn’t notice the door to the bedroom opening as he turned and let his temper explode out of him.

He smashed his hand into the wall as someone let out a cry.

“Colm! What are you doing?”

Turning, his knuckles throbbing, he saw Miller standing in the room. A pile of clothes lay on the floor where she’d obviously dropped them.

He just stared at her, trying to catch his breath.

“Colm?” Miller’s voice grew more cautious. “Are you all right?”

“I need to see Oleg.” He walked toward her. He couldn’t help Sofia. She didn’t need him around, terrifying her.

But he could make that bastard pay.

He could make him suffer.

For every bruise he’d left on Colm’s girl, Colm would repay that pain tenfold.

“Whoa, I don’t think you should go anywhere.” Miller daringly got between him and the open doorway. “Where is Sofia?”

“Showering.”

“All right. Good. Rogan wants to take her to the hospital in forty minutes. Do you think she’ll be ready, then?”

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