Page 58 of Rebellion

That was the image she kept drawing. The one she saw every night in her nightmares.

And Arnie had it. It was the first time she’d seen it in person.

But how did Arnie relate to her dreams?

The man who died in her dreams when she was a child had had the same tattoo. Was he related to Arnie? Maybe his father?

“What? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a tattoo before. Get me a cigarette,” Arnie snapped at one of Oleg’s men.

“You’re wrong if you think you can use me,” Miller told him.

Sofia was only half-listening. Her mind was running through all the reasons Arnie would have the same tattoo as the dead man in her dream.

“But I already am,” Arnie sneered.

“Hey, what about me?” Oleg protested. “I put this together. I shot Anisimov.”

“You fucked that up!” Arnie snapped. “You didn’t kill him.”

“I said I take care of it!” Oleg kicked a chair over with a yell, then strode off.

There Oleg went again, losing his temper.

So predictable.

Unfortunately, he soon strode back in.

Arnie stretched. “Oleg, call him. Make the ransom demand. I have some phone calls to make.” He turned and left the room, Oleg glaring after him.

“You always let him speak to you that way?” Miller asked Oleg.

“What?” Oleg scowled at the other woman.

Sofia started paying more attention to her surroundings. What was Miller doing? She was going to make Oleg even angrier.

Or wait . . . Was that what she wanted?

“Do you always let him boss you around like that?” Miller asked Oleg. “Funny, I always thought you would be too masculine, too alpha to let someone else take charge of you.”

“He not in charge of me.”

“No? Sure sounded like he was.”

Sofia gave her an incredulous look, but she kept quiet. If the other woman had a plan... well, it was better than anything Sofia had.

Which was a whole lot of nothing sprinkled with plenty of confusion.

“Shut up. You do not know what you talk about.”

“Okay,” Miller said placatingly. “Just sounds to me like you’re doing all the work and Arnie’s getting all the glory.”

“We get the cash.”

“And he’s going to lock up most of the city’s underworld? That seems pretty lucrative to me. Meanwhile, you get a bit of cash and all the risk? Didn’t he get you to shoot Aleksandr? And now you’re the one who has to handle the ransom with Rogan? I suppose you’re going to have to kill him as well.”

How was Miller not more scared?

“Arnie shoot your old man,” Oleg said. “Then he take care of you.”

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