Free Redemption (Cavan Gang #2) by Laylah Roberts Page A

of the room, tucked into an armchair was Sofia. Face pale, she was staring off at nothing.
    “Where is she?” he growled, stepping further into the room.
    “She’s in my private room.”
    Anisimov had a secret room behind his office where private meetings were conducted. Rogan stepped around the large, wooden desk.
    Anisimov stepped forward, grabbing his arm. Rogan growled at him, yanking his arm free from the other man’s grasp.
    “The doctor is checking her over. Colm’s with her. She’s safe. I promise.”
    “She should be at the hospital.”
    “Can’t.” Anisimov stared at him steadily, his face giving none of his emotions away. “Sofia killed the man who attacked her.”
    Christ. Rogan glanced over to where Sofia sat in an armchair, her gaze blank.
    “What happened?” he asked.
    “Miller was taking the trash out when she was attacked by one of the kitchen hands,” Anisimov told him. “Sofia went out to check on her, saw Dima attacking Miller and hit him with the baseball bat.”
    “I keep it by the door to the alleyway,” Sofia said, still staring at nothing. “Never had to use it before but better safe than sorry.”
    Aleksandr walked over to his cousin. He crouched and took hold of her hands in his. “You should have grabbed one of the men, kotyonok , not have risked yourself.”
    Sofia turned her head to look at her cousin. “I wasn’t thinking. I just had to help Miller. He was hurting her.” Finally, she looked up at Rogan. Her eyes were wide, filled with horror.
    “He’s dead?” Rogan reiterated, not sure if that was relief or disappointment he felt. He wanted to kill the bastard himself. But perhaps it was better he was dead, because he wouldn’t have stopped until he found him. No matter who he had to destroy along the way.
    Nobody knew the depth of his feelings for Miller. He hadn’t even acknowledged to himself how much he needed her.
    Need was a scary thing. Especially when the thing you needed the most could be so easily taken from you.
    The door to the back room opened and a dark-haired man carrying a black bag in his right hand stepped through. The doctor. Rogan guessed he was Anisimov’s payroll.
    His guess was confirmed when the man looked immediately to Anisimov.
    “How is she?” Aleksandr asked.
    “A few bruises and scratches. She’s dizzy and dazed so I would say she has a slight concussion. I will give you a list of symptoms to watch out for. If she develops any of these symptoms, she needs emergency care.” The doctor handed over a hastily scrawled list. “I’m more worried about the trauma of being attacked. She’s calm now, but I doubt that will last. She’ll need looking after.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her,” Rogan vowed.
    Brushing past the doctor, he saw her standing with Colm hovering over her. The bodyguard was frowning down at her.
    “Miller, let me help you,” Colm insisted.
    “I’m fine. I can walk on my own.”
    They both glanced up as he stepped into the room. Miller’s clothes were torn and dirty, her hair was a mess and he could see the beginning of a bruise around one eye.
    Fury filled him at the thought of someone hurting her, terrifying her. Unable to speak, he nodded at Colm who immediately left. Rogan moved closer, studying her for any sign of fear. But she mostly looked tired.
    “Rogan, I knew you’d come.”
    She stepped forward, and surprising him, wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
    He gently held her, breathing in her scent.
    “Of course I came. I’ll always come for you, Miller.”

Chapter Five
     
    Miller stirred, opening her eyes. Panic filled her. Where was she? Her head throbbed as she tried to move, and she took a gasping breath then let out a loud moan.
    “Miller? Can you hear me? You’re safe. You’re safe.”
    She wasn’t alone. A shadow loomed over her and she let out a screech, trying to scoot backward. Pain swamped her, making her stomach lurch.
    “Hey, easy, baby. It’s me, Rogan.