Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Sometimes, she forgot that he wasn’t completely stupid.
Also, he likely wanted her away from Colm.
“Are you all right?” Sacha asked as soon as they were alone.
She gave him a small smile. She couldn’t hide her fatigue, though. “Tired.”
“You haven’t been sleeping. I want you to take a sleeping pill tonight. Understand?”
She nodded, even though it hadn’t been a request. Sacha had had the doctor check her over a couple of days after Dima’s death . . . murder . . . demise.
Shit.
Stop it.
He’d prescribed some sleeping pills, which she hadn’t taken.
She hated medicating herself. But she did need sleep.
“You’re to go straight home and take them,” he commanded. “Do I need to have Arseni make sure you take them?”
She narrowed her gaze, her temper flaring. “No!”
“Good.”
Her shoulders slumped as she sighed. “I will. I promise.”
Sofia almost winced as she said that. What were her promises worth?
Next to nothing.
“I heard Maran was here talking to you. What did he want?”
Her fingers itched to pull out the napkin she’d been doodling on. But she hadn’t shown the images to anyone. She didn’t know why. Part of her just needed to figure this out on her own.
Without anyone interfering.
“He wanted to tell me that I don’t deserve to be in this life and that he can help me.” She shrugged. “I think his intentions are good if misplaced.”
Sacha scowled. “I need to get rid of him.”
Alarm filled her. “You can’t do that! He’s a cop.”
“I can do it, but I won’t. Maran is a dying breed. Someone who can’t be corrupted or bribed. Somebody who won’t look the other way no matter what it costs him. Which makes him a problem.”
But her cousin also admired him for that.
Someone like that was rare, at least for people like them.
“However, if he continues to harass you, then I will take him out.”
The words were a cold promise that sent a chill up her spine.
But she believed him.
Aleksandr didn’t make idle promises.
10
Colm had that itch again.
He remembered Sofia telling him he should go to a pharmacy and get a cream for it.
But there was only one cure for this itch . . .
Seeing her.
Christ.
He closed his eyes for a moment. This was insane. She wasn’t his. She’d made it clear that she was with Oleg.
And he’d walked away.
He hadn’t been back to Solynshko since. Finn was currently watching Miller while he was at this meeting with Rogan.
Finally, the meeting ended, and he followed Rogan out to the car, where Cillian was waiting for them. They all got in before Colm drove them away.
Rogan was quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself as Colm thought of all the ways he could get rid of Oleg.
He could make it look like an accident.
If he got rid of the body, no one would ever find it.
But there was still the issue of who Sofia was. And who he wasn’t.
Would Aleksandr Anisimov let her date someone who wasn’t Russian?
Headlights shone brightly in the rear-view mirror, nearly blinding him.
What the hell?
“What the fuck is this asshole doing?” he muttered.
Smash!
Motherfucker had just purposefully rammed into them!
“Can you lose him?” Rogan asked tensely.
Colm swerved into one street, then quickly moved into another. What the fuck? Why wouldn’t this asshole get off his ass?
Who the hell was he?
“He’s still on me, Boss.”
Smash!
The car shook. Colm barely managed to keep it in control. He gritted his teeth together.
Fucking asshole was going to kill them.
And he’d never even gotten to kiss Sofia. Never gotten to hear what noises she made as she came.
Well, fuck that.
He was going to live. He hadn’t survived the things he had and gotten this far to give up now.
“Has this asshole got a death wish?” Colm turned down another street. “I’m headed out to the interstate. Hopefully, we’ll lose him.”
The car moved up beside him. Fuck, it was fast.
“Must have a hell of an engine in there,” Colm stated. “Brace yourself.” He slammed on the brakes and the other car shot past.
“Good work,” Rogan told him.
Shock filled him as he took in the sight in front of him.
What the hell?
“Fuck! It’s not over yet. Goddamn idiot!”
The car was reversing toward them. Colm shifted the car into gear, accelerating, passing the other vehicle as it backed up. But all too soon, it loomed behind them.
As it moved up beside them, the driver swerved in, hitting the side of their vehicle.
Once, twice.
This car could withstand a lot. But this wasn’t going to end well.
Colm could feel it.
“He’s gonna kill us all!” Colm yelled before he lost control of the car and swerved off the road, spinning violently and uncontrollably.
This was not how he’d expected things to end.
Sofia walked toward the kitchen. They were about to open for the dinner shift.
Honestly, all she wanted to do was go home.
She’d taken yesterday off, telling everyone that she wasn’t well. She’d intended to take today off, too, but she’d realized she had a meeting with a supplier.