Free Redemption (Cavan Gang #2) by Laylah Roberts

the guys out the back were kind of slack. And rude. Miller especially didn’t like the way Oleg treated Sofia.
    Like she was a piece of meat to order around.
    He didn’t do it when Sofia’s cousin was here. But when Aleksandr left the restaurant, Oleg became a different man.
    Miller swung the rubbish bag into the dumpster then turned, gasping as someone stepped out of the shadows.
    Dima, the kitchen hand.
    Great. Just my luck.
    “Dima, you the scared the hell out of me. You could have cleared your throat or something. Excuse me.” She stepped around him. He grabbed her arm, forcing her to an abrupt stop.
    “Not so fast, sweetheart.”
    “Let me go.” Don’t let him see your fear. She yanked at her arm, wincing when he just tightened his grip. He was much stronger than he looked and Miller still wasn’t at full strength.
    Not good. Really, really not good.
    “No.” He crowded her back against the brick wall of the alleyway. The smell of garbage and sweat surrounded her as he pushed his body against hers. Miller struggled, trying to break free. But he grabbed her wrists in his hands with a laugh, pressing them against the rough brick.
    Bile rose, making her gag as he tried to kiss her, his large, wet tongue sloppily licking her lips. Miller fought against his hold, desperate. Panic swelled, fear close to immobilizing her. His garlic breath smothered her. Eyes watering, breath coming in short, sharp pants, she bit down on his fleshy lip.
    Ick, gross.
    A loud squeal erupted from him and he drew his head back with a snarl.
    Miller didn’t have time to think before something heavy smashed against the side of her head. Her breath left her in a rush as the world spun. She must have lost consciousness for a moment, because the next thing she was lying on the hard, damp ground with Dima on top of her, squashing her, tearing at her clothes, his breath coming in sharp, excited pants.
    He grabbed her breast, squeezing hard.
    “Let go of me, asshole.” She pushed at him, trying to dislodge him, but the blow to her head had left her weak and dizzy.
    Shit. God damn it.
    He was too strong. She didn’t have a chance in hell of saving herself.
    A loud yell filled the alleyway, almost like a jungle call then came the sound of something heavy hitting flesh. Dima fell against her, limp.
    Miller lay there for a minute in disbelief. What the hell had just happened? Then panic filled her as he just lay against her.
    She pushed at his heavy weight frantically. “Get off! Get him off!”
    Was he dead? God, why wouldn’t someone get him off her? With a final last heave, she managed to roll him away. He fell onto his back. A patch of red on the side of his head glistened under the streetlamp. Blood.
    Panting heavily, she scooted away until her back hit the brick wall. Glancing up, she found Sofia staring down at Dima, gripping a bat in both hands.
    “Sofia?” Miller asked. Her voice was surprisingly devoid of fear. She felt surreal. As though this was all happening to someone else.
    Sofia swayed, breathing in rough, shaking pants. “Do you think I killed him?”
    Miller turned her head, whimpering as pain slashed through her temples, nearly blinding her. “We need help. Get Colm.”
    Her lips grew numb. In fact, she couldn’t feel much of her body. Was she dying? “Sofia! Get Colm. We need Colm.”
    Sofia nodded. “Colm. We need Colm.”
    She turned to leave and Miller closed her eyes. Sofia would get Colm.
    Colm would get Rogan.
    And then she’d be safe.
     
    ***
     
    “Where is she?” Rogan held himself back from screaming the words. Just. He strode into Solnyshko. Other than two of Anisimov’s men standing watch, the dining room was empty. Anisimov had obviously shut the place down early.
    “In the office,” Anisimov’s second, Viktor stated.
    Rogan followed him, Cillian close on his heels. He walked into Anisimov’s office. Anisimov was standing by his desk. His gaze rose immediately when Rogan walked in. In the corner