Page 55 of Rebellion

Oh, that wasn’t at all reassuring.

“Miller, so glad you join us,” Oleg said as though he was hosting her for high tea or something.

“Didn’t think I had much of a choice.” Miller’s gaze darted around the room. Sofia had already memorized the room. It had a few chairs and a small plastic table that held a half-empty bottle of whiskey, cigarettes, and a few bags of white stuff—most likely cocaine.

“You know most people here,” Oleg added. “Oh, except my friend behind you. His name is Arnie.”

Arnie?

Had she ever heard of an Arnie? If she had, she couldn’t remember. It wasn’t like Sacha ever kept her in the loop with the ins and outs of the family business anyway.

She was starting to see that maybe that was a big mistake.

Ignorance wasn’t always bliss.

“Arnie isn’t a very Russian name,” Miller commented.

“He not Russian. He is member of Seven Sinners. We have mutual goals. We both want your old man dead.”

Miller’s old man? Did they mean her dad, or were they talking about Rogan?

It had to be Rogan, right?

Seven Sinners? Oleg was affiliated with the Seven Sinners now? She knew next to nothing about them, but she had heard whispers about them causing trouble.

All she knew was that Sacha didn’t have any sort of agreement with them. They’d never been a part of the meetings that happened out the back of Solynshko.

“Shut up, Oleg,” Arnie snapped. “You talk too much.”

God, he was terrifying. She had to work hard not to let her fear show on her face.

Suddenly, Oleg ran his hand down Sofia’s chest to cup her breast.

What was he doing?

Disgust filled her, followed quickly by terror. And all she could do was sit there, frozen, her gaze fixated in front of her.

She was going to be ill.

“What does it matter?” Oleg asked. “She going to die anyway.”

Die?

Who? Were they talking about Miller? Or her?

Likely both of them.

It was what was going to happen before they died that she was honestly most afraid of.

“Seven Sinners?” Miller asked, holding onto her composure admirably.

Miller was a fighter. Sofia had seen that.

Unlike Sofia, the last thing she felt like was a fighter. Especially after all that she’d been going through this past year.

“You’re working with these guys?” Miller asked Arnie.

Arnie frowned down at Miller. “Sit down. Shut up.”

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