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

Shh, you’re fine. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    Rogan. Oh God, it was Rogan.
    A light switched on and she blinked until she could clearly see his concerned face.
    “Rogan, sorry. I just…I was confused.” She placed a hand on her pounding head. “Umm, why are you in my bedroom?”
    “The doctor said you have a slight concussion. I didn’t want to leave you.”
    That would explain the wrecking ball in her brain. But how did she get…oh shit. It came rushing back. Dima cornering her by the dumpster, lunging for her. He’d attacked her. Would have raped her…if Sofia hadn’t hit him with the baseball bat.
    “Oh God.” A shiver racked her body and she slowly sat, drawing her legs against her chest. “How did I get here? I don’t remember.”
    “You fell asleep in the car. I carried you up here.”
    She glanced down at herself. She was still in the same clothes.
    “I thought it might freak you out if you woke up to find me undressing you.”
    “I need a shower.”
    She needed to get out of these clothes. They were a reminder of what had happened.
    Rogan stood. “I’ll run you a bath. You might fall in the shower.”
    “Is the concussion bad?” She seemed to recall a doctor checking her over but couldn’t remember what he’d said.
    “No, a mild one. But the doctor said to keep an eye on you.”
    And that was like waving a red flag in front of someone as protective as Rogan. She’d be lucky if she got to leave her bed for the next week.
    “Is Sofia all right?” The other woman had gone into shock. She had barely said a word after she’d smacked Dima with the bat.
    “Sofia will be fine.”
    “Dima?”
    “Don’t worry about him.” Rogan’s voice was dark. Cold. What had he done?”
    “Rogan? You didn’t do anything to him, did you?”
    “Sofia killed him.”
    “Oh my God.” Sofia was so sweet and gentle. How would she cope with having killed someone? “Do I need to speak to the police? She was defending me. Do I need to give them a statement? They didn’t arrest her, did they?”
    She’d never forgive herself if Sofia got in trouble for helping her.
    “The cops weren’t called. Anisimov took care of everything.”
    She swallowed heavily. Yeah, if anyone could make a body disappear, it would be the scary Russian.
    “I’ll get that bath ready for you. Do you need some painkillers?”
    “Yes, please.”
    Rogan handed her some painkillers and a glass of water before moving into the bathroom.
    Miller glanced down at her shaking hands, watching as the water in the glass sloshed around. What was wrong with her? Why was she trembling?
    Tears blurred her vision. She could feel him touching her, smell the garlic on his putrid breath. Why hadn’t she fought harder?
    Why hadn’t she left the rubbish for someone else to take out?
    “Miller? What is it? You’re crying.”
    Rogan sat next to her and drew her gently against his chest, holding her. “Shh, a thaisce . Shh.”
    “Why does everything I touch turn to shit?” She sobbed. “I just wanted to get on with my life. To try to put everything behind me. I had one week of feeling kind of normal then this happens!”
    “The attack wasn’t your fault. Everything you touch does not turn to shit. He was the piece of shit and he deserved everything he got.”
    “Sofia didn’t, though. She was protecting me and now she has to live with his death.”
    “Don’t worry about Sofia. She’s tougher than she looks. Her father used to run the mob before Anisimov took over. Ivan raised Sofia on his own since she was a baby. Sofia knows the score. She did what she had to.”
    “Guess that’s why we get on so well. We probably had similar childhoods.”
    Rogan shook his head. “Sofia was the apple of Ivan’s eye. Nobody dared hurt a hair on that girl’s head while he was alive. Aleksandr is his nephew. He took him in when he was fourteen. Aleksandr and Sofia are as close as brother and sister and Aleksandr is as protective of her