Page 23 of Rebellion

She had to help Miller.

“Let go of me, asshole.” Miller pushed at the man on top of her.

Sofia didn’t have time to work out who was attacking the other woman. Without any more hesitation, she raised the bat. Letting out a scream, she smashed it against his head with a crack.

A sob escaped her as he slumped down.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Had she killed him? He was unconscious, right? Was he breathing?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

“Get off! Get him off!” Miller cried.

Sofia stood there, dazed. What?

Sofia knew she should do something. That she should help Miller. But she couldn’t seem to move; she was frozen.

The other woman managed to roll him off her and then sat up. Sofia stared down at the man.

Dima.

It was Dima. Her kitchen hand. One of Oleg’s hires. Well, Boris, her manager, had hired him, but Boris didn’t do anything without Oleg’s permission.

This isn’t helping, Sofia! Move! Get help! Do something!

But she couldn’t. All she could do was stand there and stare at Dima’s lifeless body. There was enough light back here for her to see the red patch on the side of his head. He was bleeding.

“Sofia?” Miller asked quietly.

A wave of dizziness washed through her. She was going to collapse.

No, no, no.

She couldn’t collapse here on the ground. Much less, beside Dima.

Why was the world moving from side to side? It didn’t make any sense. Her gaze fixated on Dima again.

He was so still.

“Do you think I killed him?” she asked.

Miller let out a cry of pain that made Sofia jump. It cut through some of her dazed panic.

“We need help,” Miller told her. “Get Colm.”

Colm? Yes, she wanted Colm.

“Sofia! Get Colm. We need Colm.”

Yes, she needed Colm. He would know what to do. He would keep her safe.

Turning away, she stumbled back into the kitchen. She was vaguely aware that there was no one else in there.

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