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Sneak Peek

I start for the bathrooms, my last bit of side work. It's down a long, dimly lit hallway.

As I reach for the women's bathroom door, I feel a large hand grab my waist and spin me, pinning me against the wall. I let out a small gasp, my mind instantly going to Carson.

But when I look up, I see Alexei towering over me.

I quickly look down both ends of the hallway, to make sure anyone isn't around.

"Hello, Beautiful", he smirks, his sexy Russian accent rolling from his lips.

"Hi", I gulp. Stop acting like an idiot.

His hand starts to crawl up my arm, then up my face. He rubs near the corner of my eye. Alexei then studies the pad of his thumb and rubs it with his pointer finger.

A furious reaction grows on his face. "He did this to you?"

"N-no", I sputter out. "I wear makeup everyday."

Alexei pushes me harder against the wall with his body, slamming his fist against the wall above my head. "You know that's not what I'm talking about. What did he do to you?"

"Nothing".

"I will hunt this child down with or without your help, and I will make him tell me what he did to you."

Two very conflicting emotions run through my body. The first being terror; being in a dark hallway alone with this very angry man. The other feeling being completely aroused by this man who seems to be willing to kill for me, though we know nothing about each other.

"Aleksandra", he grunts. "Tell me. What. He. Fucking. Did."

I break down, tears flowing from the corners of my eyes. "My ex showed up at my apartment last night. He beat me."

I lean my forehead against Alexei's rock hard chest, and his hand caresses my hair.

"I'm not allowing you to go home tonight."

I look up at Alexei, who not only looks furious, but he looks like he doesn't want to see me cry. "I have no where else to go. Even if I go to May's, he would hunt me down."

"I have an apartment you can stay at, alone, but with protection."

"I can't-".

"No", Alexei stops me. "You can, and you will. I cannot have him touching you again. He should be dead for what he's done."

There's no way to stop him, so I go silent.

"I will keep you safe, Жизнь моя". One of the most endearing terms in Russian, my life is our equivalent to calling someone your soulmate. At least that's what Mom taught me.