Page 106 of Rebellion

Sofia was staring at him, her mouth open. Then she closed her eyes, grimacing.

“And she’s also in a lot of pain from her back. You cannot tell me there isn’t something that could be done about back pain from an accident years ago. Why isn’t she seeing someone about that? Last night, she couldn’t even get out of the fucking shower.”

“Everybody. Out. Now.”

Colm glanced around and suddenly realized that Anisimov’s men must have come into the room from outside.

Fuck.

Shit.

He had fucked this up, hadn’t he? Cillian grabbed his arm and tugged him out the door. He didn’t want to go, but he didn’t have much choice as Rogan and Cillian crowded him into a free waiting room.

“What the fuck was that?” Rogan asked in a low voice.

Colm started pacing back and forth. He was too angry to talk... to think.

All he wanted was to get back to Sofia.

It was an itch under his skin. What was going on? Was Anisimov berating her? Scaring her? Was he hurting her?

Was he part of the fucking problem?

“I need to go back to her.” He headed toward the door, but Cillian stepped in front of it and shook his head.

“You can’t go in there again, Colm,” Rogan said.

“I have to. You don’t understand.”

“I think we do,” Cillian countered seriously. “Also, I think that if you go back in there, you’re gonna die.”

“They’re not going to kill me in a fucking hospital.”

“From the look on Anisimov’s face, he was contemplating it,” Rogan told him. “What was that, Colm?”

Cillian grunted. “Seemed like he was accusing the Pakhan of knowingly letting some asshole abuse his cousin. That’s what it sounded like.”

“Oleg abused her?” Rogan asked in a quiet voice. “You know this?”

Fuck. Fuck.

So much for keeping her secrets to himself.

Yeah, he’d messed that up.

And what if Anisimov didn’t know? What then?

Then he should have.

Fuck. He might have fucked up more than he knew.

“I saw the bruises.”

“Fuck,” Rogan swore.

Cillian’s face grew stony. He didn’t hold with people who abused women any more than Colm did.

“And Anisimov knew?” Cillian stared at him with chilly eyes. He hated abusers just as much as Colm did.

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