Page 22 of Rebellion

Seriously. Was this guy for real?

Colm strodeover to his car and opened the front passenger door for Miller. After he had climbed in and started the car, she turned to him. “Sooo... Sofia.”

He grunted. There was no way he was talking to Miller about Sofia.

“The two of you seem . . . close.”

“We’re not.”

“No?” she queried.

“No.” Why was he even answering her?

“You’re friends?”

“Acquaintances,” he muttered.

“Uh-huh. You’ve never done up my seatbelt or tested it.”

He shot a look at her. “Boss would kill me.”

“Oh, so that’s the only reason you’re holding back?”

Jesus. What had he done to deserve this sort of torture? Obviously, it must have been something terrible.

“You know, if you want to get her attention?—”

“I don’t. Conversation over.”

“Right. Sorry. I just... I don’t think that Oleg guy is good enough for her. Sofia seems lovely, but he seems...”

Like a right prick.

Agreed.

But he was Sofia’s choice.

Even if it was the wrong one.

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Sofia frowned as she walked back into the kitchen.

Where was Miller?

She’d said she was going to take out the garbage and then head home... but she was taking a while.

As Sofia headed to the door that led to the alleyway, some instinct had her grabbing the baseball bat she had sitting there.

She kept it there just in case. It wasn’t like she expected trouble. She doubted anyone wanted to incur Sacha’s wrath by attacking anyone here on his territory.

But then again, there were some really dumb idiots out there. So she gripped the bat and stepped outside into the alley.

Right into a horror scene.

Miller was lying on the ground and there was a man on top of her... attacking her.

Sofia’s breath came in sharp, panic-filled pants as she stepped forward.

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