Page 56 of Rebellion

“You know, once Rogan finds you guys, you’re all dead,” Miller threatened as Arnie pushed her into a chair.

“Not if we kill him first,” Arnie said.

Jeez, that smile on his face wasn’t a pretty one.

Oleg yanked Sofia’s head back by her hair. Then his disgusting mouth was plastered against hers.

And he still wasn’t using mouthwash or breath freshener. She gagged, attempting to free herself. But she was tied down. She couldn’t move.

There was nothing she could do to fight back. He could do anything to hurt her and she’d be helpless against him.

“Let her go, asshole!” Miller yelled.

“Sit still and shut up,” Arnie told her. “Oleg, stop fucking around.”

Oleg pulled back, laughing.

“You’re a jerk.” Sofia scowled at him.

Screw this. She was tired of letting him hurt her. And now he was planning on harming Miller too.

No. That couldn’t happen.

“I been wanting a taste of you for months.” Oleg moved over to the table and grabbed a cigarette. He grasped his crotch. “Think I get myself a good taste later. What you think, boys? Want a go at the ice princess?”

The other men laughed, joking about fucking her. God, she wished this was just a nightmare. She was aware of Miller giving her a confused look.

She was probably wondering why Sofia hadn’t been sleeping with her boyfriend.

“I never dated that pig,” Sofia told her. “He told everyone I was, and I had to go along with it. How anyone could believe I would date this loser, I don’t know.”

Oleg walked over and slapped her. Hard.

Great. Now her cheek was definitely going to be bruised. She could feel it hot and throbbing. Tears flooded her eyes again.

Don’t let them fall.

Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain.

“Stop it!” Miller yelled.

“Who will stop me?” Oleg taunted. “You? You going to help me bring death to the great Rogan MacGuire. Then I go finish the job I start with Anisimov.”

“You shot Aleksandr?” Miller stared at Oleg in shock.

Sofia got it.

It was hard to believe that someone like Oleg would dare attempt to kill the leader of the Bratva.

He’d lost his freaking mind. There was no other explanation.

“I work for months to get in with that asshole. I try to get in this icy bitch’s pants.” He pointed over at Sofia, and she glared at him. “When she refused to go along with my plan, I go to plan B.”

“Blackmail,” she told Miller. “He blackmailed me to help him get close to Aleksandr. I had no choice but to agree, although I definitely never slept with the bastard.”

Miller looked much the same way that Sofia felt.

Ill.

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