Rossiya Moy Dom (A Short Love Series)

Hate (Book Four of Rossiya Moy Dom Series)

"Asshole, thinking he can just do that to me!" Alice grunts while slumping down on her bed.

The time's twelve thirty, clearly past her bedtime but she can't seem to sleep with the events of her and Joseph on constant replay.

Yawning and stretching out her limbs she eventually turns the light off and climbs into bed, the anger still courses through her veins as she wishes Joseph wasn't the one who murdered her parents.

Yet she's still so set on something bad happening to Joseph that her mind wants to give up on her right now, call it quits and let her have whatever she wants considering it's done trying to reason with her heart.

Sleep is tugging her under, begging for her to give in though she doesn't want to just yet. There's obviously still so much to think about for Alice due to she's fighting off the sleep she needs.

Sighing and giving in to what her body wants once again, something she has noticed a lot lately, she closes her eyes and wishes for a dreamless sleep but doubts it very much.

*

"Alice someone's at the door for you. Apparently it concerns Joseph." Edith announces from the other side of her door after tapping lightly on it.

She lets out a groan before letting her know she's up, though her mind can't help screaming at her that her prayers came true and something did happen to Joseph.

So making a mental not to thank God later as well as brush up on her Hail Mary's, she calms her nerves then tells herself she's ready to face whatever the world has in store for her today.

"Be out in a sec." she grumbles while tying her hair in a loose bun and chucking on a pair of black skinnies.

She spots a pair of socks and chucks them on as well, a bra and new yet random shirt she plucked from the floor being added to her half-hearted outfit until she classes herself ready.

Clomping down the stairs still half-asleep, she wishes that somebody better be dead if they're waking her up at seven, her mind hoping it is Joseph but her heart feels like it will break if he did die.

"Yeah what?" she snaps once she's made her way to the opened front door, her gaze climbing up the tall, porcelain faced male around Joseph's age.

Staring a bit longer at the attractive dude standing in front of her, she notices his blonde slash white locks are cut short into an almost military style, his gunmetal blue orbs taking on amusement for a split second when he realises she's checking him out a bit.

"I'm Joseph's friend, he told me to come and grab you." the guy smirks while crossing his arms across his chest, Alice extinguishing all thoughts of this guy hopefully being better than Joseph when she witnesses a cold stare come into play.

"Yeah and I'm not going anywhere until I have a name?" she demands after shooting the guy an annoyed stare when he's done scoffing and rolling his eyes, though his evil grin doesn't falter.

"Vladimir but others call me Vlad." he states as his smirk widens.

"Well Vladimir I lied, tell him I'm not going." she responds crisply before grabbing the door handle and readying herself to slam it in the smug asshole's face.

"We thought you might say that." he laughs then shoots a look behind him.

It all happens at once as the doors all around the house are kicked in, some masked guys pouring in with unnecessarily large guns as one of the other men restrains Edith around the neck and pins the old lady down.

"Now, are you coming or not?" he grins once he's done enjoying Alice's screams.

"Yes okay, just stop this!" she cries hysterically but manages to keep glowering at the guy in front of her.