coffee, Cillian. We’re not becoming best buddies.”
“Get him the coffee then stay away from him.”
With a sigh of disgust, she moved away. Cillian was the most cynical man she’d ever met. If she hadn’t seen him with his son, Tex, she wouldn’t have believed he was capable of smiling. But he turned into a completely different person around Tex.
She grabbed the coffee pot and moved back to the cop. He smiled at her as she poured him a drink.
“Thanks.”
She didn’t know what Cillian was worrying about. The guy seemed nice enough. She served a few more customers before returning to fill his cup.
“That guy over there is watching you pretty closely.” He nodded at Cillian. “He bothering you?”
“Oh no. He’s a friend.”
“He’s one of Rogan MacGuire’s men. He’s not a safe person to be friends with.”
“I’m fine.” She gave him a tight smile.
“I know you’re living with MacGuire. You don’t know who he is.”
She stiffened. No way would she stand here and listen to someone talk shit about Rogan. “You have no idea what I know.”
“If you knew the things he’s done, you wouldn’t go anywhere near him. But maybe the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Maybe you know exactly what he is. Like father, like daughter.”
“I’m going to get one of the other waitresses to serve you.”
“Wait. Just listen to me.” He grabbed her hand as she turned away.
She glanced over at Cillian who was quickly making his way over.
“You could help me put him away. You could do some good. Make up for everything your father has done.”
“Let her go, Maran. Now.” Cillian glared down at him.
Maran released her, standing. Cillian stepped closer, and the tension between them increased.
“Both of you calm down. This is a restaurant, not a boxing ring.” She turned to Maran. “I think you’d better leave.”
“I haven’t finished my coffee.”
She picked it up. “Yes. You have.”
The detective pulled out a card and placed it on the table. “Think about it.”
Sofia walked up to her as the cop left. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Guess so.”
“Aleksandr wants to see you.” Sofia glanced at Cillian. “Both of you.”
“Like I could leave him behind.” Miller pointed at Cillian. “He follows me to the bathroom.”
They walked into Aleksandr’s office. The leader of the Russian Mob had never treated her with anything but courtesy.
She still thought he was a scary bastard.
Aleksandr looked up at her then turned his gaze to Sofia, his eyes narrowing with concern. Sofia looked like crap. There were dark circles under her eyes and her face was drawn, pale. She’d been this way since the night in the alley.
“Sofia, go home.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Go home.”
Sofia lifted her chin. Jesus, Miller wouldn’t dare argue with Anisimov. He was not a man to be messed with. Although most people probably thought the same thing about Rogan.
But they didn’t know him like she did.
“We’re short staffed. I’m fine.”
Aleksandr sighed and muttered under his breath before addressing Miller. “How are you?”
“Umm, fine.” In the three weeks following the attack, Aleksandr asked that question regularly. He seemed to take her attack personally. Security had increased threefold. It was kind of overkill, but she wouldn’t tell him how to run his place.
“Good. And no one has been bothering you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Well, nothing like that will happen again. Anyone bothers you, I want you to tell me.”
She nodded. “I will.”
His gaze moved to Cillian then back to her. “What did Detective Maran want?”
“He wanted me to give him information on Rogan. I told him where to go.”
Anisimov nodded. “I can’t keep him from coming in here. But you let me know if he becomes a problem.”
“All right.”
“You can all go now.”
Dismissed, they turned and left. Cillian pulled out his cell and started texting. She guessed he was
“Get him the coffee then stay away from him.”
With a sigh of disgust, she moved away. Cillian was the most cynical man she’d ever met. If she hadn’t seen him with his son, Tex, she wouldn’t have believed he was capable of smiling. But he turned into a completely different person around Tex.
She grabbed the coffee pot and moved back to the cop. He smiled at her as she poured him a drink.
“Thanks.”
She didn’t know what Cillian was worrying about. The guy seemed nice enough. She served a few more customers before returning to fill his cup.
“That guy over there is watching you pretty closely.” He nodded at Cillian. “He bothering you?”
“Oh no. He’s a friend.”
“He’s one of Rogan MacGuire’s men. He’s not a safe person to be friends with.”
“I’m fine.” She gave him a tight smile.
“I know you’re living with MacGuire. You don’t know who he is.”
She stiffened. No way would she stand here and listen to someone talk shit about Rogan. “You have no idea what I know.”
“If you knew the things he’s done, you wouldn’t go anywhere near him. But maybe the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Maybe you know exactly what he is. Like father, like daughter.”
“I’m going to get one of the other waitresses to serve you.”
“Wait. Just listen to me.” He grabbed her hand as she turned away.
She glanced over at Cillian who was quickly making his way over.
“You could help me put him away. You could do some good. Make up for everything your father has done.”
“Let her go, Maran. Now.” Cillian glared down at him.
Maran released her, standing. Cillian stepped closer, and the tension between them increased.
“Both of you calm down. This is a restaurant, not a boxing ring.” She turned to Maran. “I think you’d better leave.”
“I haven’t finished my coffee.”
She picked it up. “Yes. You have.”
The detective pulled out a card and placed it on the table. “Think about it.”
Sofia walked up to her as the cop left. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Guess so.”
“Aleksandr wants to see you.” Sofia glanced at Cillian. “Both of you.”
“Like I could leave him behind.” Miller pointed at Cillian. “He follows me to the bathroom.”
They walked into Aleksandr’s office. The leader of the Russian Mob had never treated her with anything but courtesy.
She still thought he was a scary bastard.
Aleksandr looked up at her then turned his gaze to Sofia, his eyes narrowing with concern. Sofia looked like crap. There were dark circles under her eyes and her face was drawn, pale. She’d been this way since the night in the alley.
“Sofia, go home.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Go home.”
Sofia lifted her chin. Jesus, Miller wouldn’t dare argue with Anisimov. He was not a man to be messed with. Although most people probably thought the same thing about Rogan.
But they didn’t know him like she did.
“We’re short staffed. I’m fine.”
Aleksandr sighed and muttered under his breath before addressing Miller. “How are you?”
“Umm, fine.” In the three weeks following the attack, Aleksandr asked that question regularly. He seemed to take her attack personally. Security had increased threefold. It was kind of overkill, but she wouldn’t tell him how to run his place.
“Good. And no one has been bothering you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Well, nothing like that will happen again. Anyone bothers you, I want you to tell me.”
She nodded. “I will.”
His gaze moved to Cillian then back to her. “What did Detective Maran want?”
“He wanted me to give him information on Rogan. I told him where to go.”
Anisimov nodded. “I can’t keep him from coming in here. But you let me know if he becomes a problem.”
“All right.”
“You can all go now.”
Dismissed, they turned and left. Cillian pulled out his cell and started texting. She guessed he was
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