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)
“Oh, you no idea what fuck going on here, Sofia. Stupid slut. But don’t worry, you soon find out.
“What does that mean?” she asked, trying to breathe slowly through the pain.
But Oleg didn’t answer her.
Then, to her shock, he stepped away as someone called out her name.
The rep she was supposed to be meeting with.
Whistling, Oleg walked away.
Sofia didn’t know what to think of that. And it made her more nervous than ever.
“Papa, can we go home?”
“Not yet, Solynshko,” her father told her. “I want you to lay down in the back seat and go to sleep for me, all right?”
She huffed out a sigh as he placed a blanket over her before he got in the car and started driving.
Sofia didn’t know what woke her. But when she sat up, it was dark and cold.
And she was alone.
“Papa? Papa, where are you?” She needed Papa. She was hungry and she required the toilet.
Pushing back the blanket, she climbed out of the car. “Papa?”
Where was she? She didn’t recognize this area. Fear filled her as she stumbled through the trees and bush around her.
She thought she heard voices in the distance.
But they sounded angry. Was it one of Papa’s meetings? He wouldn’t like her to interrupt him.
No, he got angry when she did that.
She moved closer, but she was quiet. Sneaky, like a mouse.
Things started to blur. She thought she saw Papa, but she wasn’t sure. She fell.
Smash!
Suddenly, she was an adult again. And she’d just slammed the bat down against Dima’s head right before he fell to the ground. But instead of standing over him, she was suddenly lying beside him. Staring into his dead brown eyes.
But wait . . . Dima had blue eyes.
This wasn’t Dima.
This was someone else. Then she saw it. The image. It was on the dead man’s arm.
Crack!
The noise sounded like a bullet being fired, not the smash of a bat against the head.
What was happening?
“Sofia!”
She’d killed Dima!
He was dead!
But who was who?
“Sofia!”
Something shook her and she opened her eyes with a gasp, sitting up.
“What? What is it?” She stared up in shock into Viktor’s face, which was tense. And was that, wait—was that blood on his shirt?
Oh. God.
“Sacha!” she cried.
Viktor nodded grimly. “He’s been shot. We had to take him to the hospital. They want you there as next of kin. Get dressed. We leave in five.”
Sofia stood, staring down at Aleksandr and willing him to wake up.
The doctor had been optimistic that he’d come through the surgery just fine. His vitals were good, and while the bullet had torn through a lot of muscle, it hadn’t hit anything major.
There had been a lot of blood loss, though.
She’d already donated some blood and was feeling kind of lightheaded. The woman who’d taken the blood had tried to get her to sit down and sip some juice. But she’d just wanted to get back here.
She had this weird feeling that if she left him, he’d die.
It was dumb, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that.
The door opened and she quickly glanced up, her body going into protective mode.
It was stupid since two of his men were outside the door and no one they hadn’t approved would get into the room. Plus, Viktor was around too. He’d just popped out to deal with a phone call.
Things had become very messy now that Aleksandr had been shot. Viktor had to hold everything altogether.
Someone else could try and finish him off . . .
Her breath came in short pants at the thought. She wouldn’t let that happen.
Rogan MacGuire walked in. He looked slightly pale, and she remembered that he’d recently been in a car accident along with Colm.
She’d been so worried about Colm, but she hadn’t been able to work up the courage to text him.
Who strode in behind his boss, his face tense and cold.
Why had she pushed him away?
You could have told him everything . . .
And how would that have helped? What if he’d lost his temper and gone after Oleg?
Where the hell was Oleg? She hadn’t seen him in days, not since that episode in the kitchen with Miller. Everyone was searching for him. Rogan and his men. Sacha. But he, Pavel, and Anton had disappeared.
And it made her really nervous.
It felt like something was going to come and bite them all in the butt.
Viktor walked in as well.
She breathed out a small sigh of relief. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Rogan and Colm. It was more that she couldn’t bring herself to trust anyone, especially at the moment.
However, she knew how much trust Sacha put in Viktor. And she felt better knowing the guys at the door hadn’t let Rogan and Colm in here with just her to protect him.
“MacGuire, Finlayson,” Viktor said coolly, standing at the end of the bed.