Page 60 of Rebellion

It couldn’t be a good thing.

He’d just gotten off the phone with Rogan. And she’d only heard bits from his side of the conversation.

What was going on?

“I call him back. Tell him he got thirty minute to get here,” Oleg said.

“Shouldn’t we ask Arnie?” Pavel asked, sounding nervous.

It was clear that Arnie was really the one running the show. Only where was he?

“I am in charge!” Oleg growled. “I say what happen. He have twenty minute to get here, or the girl dies.” He swung his gaze from Miller to her. “Not you, though, Sofia. I have plans for you.”

Yay her.

Sofia glancedup the moment there was movement. She caught Pavel and Anton moving out of the room.

Her gaze met Miller’s.

Was Rogan here?

Just as she thought that the man in question entered the room.

Shit. Part of her hadn’t even been sure that he’d turn up. But she should have known better; Rogan would do anything for Miller.

The way his gaze went immediately to Miller when he walked in melted Sofia’s heart.

She wanted someone to look at her like that. To see her as their whole world. Then Colm stepped in behind him.

But he didn’t look at her like she was his world. Why would she expect that? She couldn’t.

No, he stared at her like he was both angry at her yet wanted to possess her. As though she was his and she’d done some grievous harm... to herself.

He looked like he couldn’t decide whether to punish her or kiss her.

But what right did he have to be angry at her?

For getting kidnapped? Hell, did he think she’d wanted any of this?

“MacGuire, pleased you could join party.” Oleg stepped forward. He had a slimy smile on his face. As though he’d thought he had already won.

But he was vastly underestimating Rogan.

At least, she hoped he was.

She hoped MacGuire had a secret plan to get them all out of this horrible place. Alive.

Rogan let out a low growl that made her shiver, his hands clenching into fists as he stepped forward.

“Rogan,” Miller cried, running her eyes over the other man.

Yeah. Sofia really wished she could have that one day. Her gaze returned to Colm, but she didn’t dare look up and into his face. She couldn’t bear it if he wouldn’t even look at her.

She just wanted to be his with an urgency that made her feel ill. But she didn’t even know if she was going to survive tonight.

“Let’s get this done,” Rogan demanded. He pointed at Sofia. “What are you doing with her?”

“Oh, she special present for me. You don’t worry about lovely Sofia.” Oleg ran his fingers down her cheek as she shuddered, leaning away from him as much as she could.

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