Page 42 of Rebellion

“Of course not. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“You’re fucking stupid bitch. I seen way you look at him, lusting after him... you wet thinking about him?”

Sofia glowered at him.

He was such a fucking sick asshole!

“That’s none of your business.”

“I could make it my business, Sofia,” Oleg said in a low voice as he prowled toward her.

She felt her body throb with pain, with the memory of how he’d hurt her for killing Dima two weeks ago. He’d taken her on a pretense of a date, taking her back to his place to ‘punish’ her.

The bruises had healed, but there was no erasing the memory of the pain.

She’d had to be careful not to let Sacha see that she was in pain. To cover them all up.

But she wasn’t going to let Oleg touch her like that again. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything here. Not with other people around.

And the stupid part was that she was grateful that he hadn’t touched her in other ways.

Was she nuts?

Was this her life?

You should take your chances and tell Sacha. Screw what evidence he’s got. Sacha will know what to do.

That voice in her head had been whispering things to her lately. Maybe Oleg could sense that because it seemed like he’d become nastier.

More controlling.

He was here more, watching her.

“What that?” He glanced down at the napkin in her hand.

She screwed it up. “Nothing.”

“Why you draw that?”

“I... I don’t know. I had a dream about it. A nightmare, I guess.”

Shit. Why was she telling him that?

Something weird filled his face.

A knock on her door made him still. Sofia schooled her face into something serene as she called out.

Aleksandr walked in, and she breathed out a sigh of relief while trying to keep her face calm.

“Sofia.” He paused as he saw Oleg. “Shouldn’t you be at work? Bea is swamped out there.”

“Of course! I get right out there. Just needed to say good night to my girl. She head home to rest. Don’t want her too tired when I take her out soon.”

Oh God.

She really didn’t want to go anywhere to Oleg.

Maybe she could pretend to be ill.

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