Prologue

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I sat there numb wiping tears off my face. Anger washed over me as he held me to his chest. "Why in the hell did you fucking save me? What right did you have? I barely even know who you are or how you fucking knew where I lived. How'd you even get in my apartment?"

He gave me a stern look which made me want to die even more. "Lower your voice right now Lyublyu. Watch your mouth with me I will not have your beautiful mouth have that kind of language." His Russian accent rolling off his tongue sending shivers down my spine.

I stood up, without realizing it I slapped him hard. He didn't budge but my hand aches. "You have no fucking right to tell me what to do nor to stop me!"

He growls lowly while bringing his hand through his hair. I can feel tears pricking in my eyes in both fear and anger. "I told you to watch your mouth."

I turn, walking away, and open my door. "Get the fuck out of my fuck fuck fucking damn house you stupid ass mother fucker!"

He got up and lightly smacked my cheek, then pinned me against the wall setting his head between my neck and  shoulder, harshly whispering. "You listen and you listen good little one. I am not going to leave you here after you just tried to kill yourself. You're coming with me. You can come with me rather the easy way or the hard way, either way I'm not letting you out of my sight until I feel you're safe Lyublyu."

"Why do you even care?" I look down wiping my tear off my face I don't know why every time I'm around him I'm rather embarrassed or I'm biting my lip.

"What does Lubyliu mean?" I try to say the word he ends some of his sentences in but I royally butcher it.

He just chuckled which makes the butterflies in my stomach come to life.
"It Lyublyu means my love, angel."

I scrunch my nose in confusion. "Why would you call me that, and um can you please let go of my wrists?" He quickly lets go of my wrists and takes a step back.

"I can't tell you the reason I call you Lyublyu yet wait sweet get your stuff packed you have 5 minutes of privacy, don't try anything I'll know." Then with that, the muscular prick walks out of my room slamming the door behind him making me flinch.

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