“You don’t need to touch or take care of me like I’m little! I’m nineteen! I’m already grown up! And independent. I can stand up for myself,” I shout—and I can’t stop.
It’s all because of the way this adult man looks at me. Like no guy ever looked.
“Okay, you can get out of my apartment,” Ruslan folds his arms. “But when the people who want to get at your father come for you and put seven people in a filthy basement on a loop, please don’t call me.”
Helplessness mixes with anger. My father has problems, and Ruslan appeared out of nowhere, promising to help.
He called himself a friend, said he owed Dad. And said he would protect me from those who threaten my life. Only… who will protect me from him?