Page 120 of Rebellion

Anisimov stiffened. “Seems we’ve discovered a rat in the ranks.”

Colm didn’t care about any of that. He just wanted to get to his girl.

As they raced out to the car, he called Rogan, waking him up. He immediately gathered some men to get to her trackers’ last location.

Rogan could get there quicker than Colm.

He just hoped that they’d get there in time to save Sofia.

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Tears ran down her face.

She was sitting tied to a chair and the déjà vu hit her hard. After this, she never wanted to be tied up again.

Well, not unless Colm was doing it.

She couldn’t think of Colm right now, or she would get too upset.

Concentrate, Sofia.

Get out of here alive.

So far, no one had hurt her. Not physically. It didn’t seem to be Step Callahan’s style.

But there were other men with him. Arseni was among those men. Betrayal filled her every time she thought of his duplicity, and she couldn’t help but glare at him.

He just stared calmly back. As though they hadn’t known each other well for the last few years.

She’d thought he was a friend, and to learn his loyalty could be bought . . . it hurt.

That’s what he’d told her when they first arrived. That Step Callahan had offered him a whole lot of money to switch his loyalty to him several years ago.

Fucking bastard.

Sofia wasn’t sure how long she’d been here. But it had to be hours as she was thirsty and she really had to pee.

Exhaustion flooded her, making her head spin. One good night’s sleep hadn’t erased months of poor rest, unfortunately.

“Just tell us about the dreams, Sofia. I know you dreamed about this tattoo.” Callahan showed it to her again. “What did you dream?”

“I told you,” she said hoarsely. “I was a young girl hiding in the bushes when I saw it on a man’s arm.”

She didn’t mention the gunshot.

Miller’s mom.

Her father.

Or the other men.

If she told him everything, he’d have no reason to keep her alive. She knew he’d have to kill her after this or he risked her telling Sacha.

But there was something a bit off with Callahan. This wasn’t normal behavior. He was erratic, emotional. This simply wasn’t smart.

He’d signed his own death warrant. He just didn’t seem to realize it.

“Do you know what it was like to grow up without a father?” he blurted out.

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