Since I Found You
Runaways

Altea hesitates as he follows Vlad towards the roof of the hotel, which also serves as a helipad. He stood on the edge of the runway, as Vlad walked first and chatted with a man. Altea heard Vlad calling the man by the name of Manheim.

Long enough Altea was silent, while watching the man she had longed for. The young woman's feelings were mixed, between happy and bitter.

Happy, because he can be reunited with Vlad. Pilu, because his current state is not the same as when he was near the blond man.

In the middle of his daydream, Altea's mobile phone suddenly rang. That flat object was Ludwig's gift. Altea used to hide it in a small, pocketed belt, which was wrapped around the right thigh.

After being convinced that no one was paying attention to him, Altea reached into the phone with trembling hands. Moreover, because the mobile phone has limited access. Only Ludwig and Delma could contact him.

Altea's heart pounded even more, as he read the message sent by Ludwig Stegen.

You can go now. Have fun for a while. I'll pick you up again as soon as I can, because you're mine. Vlad is just a little bully I'm gonna get rid of. The man would disappear from the face of the earth, with just a flick of a finger. See you later, Perle.

Altea's entire body stiffened. He knew that every word in the message was the truth. Ludwig is not a person who likes to joke. The man didn't even know how to smile. Ludwig also never said anything, unless he really would. The threat posed to Vlad, it is not impossible that it will be done soon.

Panicked and upset, Altea then threw the expensive phone just like that from the roof of the building. Simultaneously, Vlad came to him with a charming smile.

“Tonight it was cold,” Vlad said as he glued the large jacket, which enveloped Altea's slender body.

Vlad acted as a real man, wrapping his hands around the young woman's waist, then leading her into the helicopter.

In about ten minutes, the helicopter flew in space until it arrived at its destination, the international airport in Warsaw City. It was there that Vlad kept his private plane, in a special hangar that Mykola had rented.

Vlad deliberately used air transportation to the airport. For him, it was much safer, compared to by land. Vlad was worried about getting more interference, especially from Ludwig and his men.

Nearly two hours of travel have been passed. Vlad's private plane, landed seamlessly in a dedicated hangar at St Airport. Petersburg. Vlad led Altea down from the plane. The man walked gallantly without taking off his hand, heading to the waiting pickup car.

Meanwhile, Altea had to try to keep up with Vlad's rapid pace. The long dress plus the high heels, made the young lady a little trouble. Moreover, as his left hand was busy holding onto Vlad's jacket, which the man lent to cover Altea's exposed upper body.

Near the back door of the black sedan car that had been waiting for a while ago, stood a man in a special black uniform. The man was a private driver who worked at Vlad's mansion. He opened the door immediately, after Vlad arrived near the sedan. The driver nodded, then invited the master to enter.

The shiny black sedan drove gracefully leaving the airport area. Just like when on a plane, along the way to the mansion Altea still did not talk much. The beautiful woman who was still wearing the evening dress, had changed a lot in Vlad's eyes. He was no longer the wild Altea, with all the sickening acts and ridiculous mannerisms.

However, Vlad did not want to discuss it on the trip, even though a million questions had plagued his mind. He held back, until they arrived at the mansion.

Whether Altea enjoyed the trip or not. This is the first time he has set foot in Russia. However, the beautiful face of the twenty-three-year-old woman was not radiant at all.

The black sedan stopped in the front yard of the magnificent building where Vlad lived. The driver rushed down. He opened the door for Altea. Vlad opened his own door.

Without saying much, Vlad again led Altea in. He did not care even though some servants came to welcome his arrival. They nodded politely and respectfully. However, Vlad continued walking until he arrived at the door of the room.

At first, Altea did not answer. The brown-eyed young lady just showed a tense mimic, then turned restless. “Why did you bring me here?” ask Altea rauco.

“Of course to keep you away from Ludwig Stegen,” Vlad replied without removing his hand from Altea's pretty face.

“It's best to give me back to him. Please. Give me back to Ludwig Stegen,” pinta Altea. The woman put on a parched look before Vlad.

Vlad stared intently at the woman he had managed to get back. “What's wrong with you? Didn't I not mind your condition, Altea? What else is the problem?” ask Vlad doesn't understand.

Altea touched the back of Vlad's hand that was still touching both of his cheeks. She stroked him gently, then removed the man's hand from her beautiful face that was covered in agitation. “I can't. Everything has changed, sir. I really can't go with you. Please, let me go,” the door is clear.

“I won't let you go, Altea! Even if you rebel. I'm not giving you back that crazy guy! If you knew what horrible business he'd run out there, you'd be scared!" vlad Sentak.

“It is precisely because of that, Sir. You have to let me go. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You ...” Altea did not continue his words, as Vlad's beautiful blue eyes continued to pay attention without blinking. Altea lowered her head to hide her unreasonable feelings. “I'm tired. Where can I rest?” altea asked a moment later.

“Berisitreep here. This is my room,” Vlad replied. Her tense voice began to fade. The man smiled calmly at Altea.

Meanwhile, Altea immediately looked up and looked at Vlad with an indecipherable gaze. He shook his head slowly. “If I rest here, then where will you sleep?” Altea's tone sounded doubtful.

“Do you not want me to be with you?” Vlad approached slowly while smiling a seductive smile.

“I sleep on the sofa only,” Altea says immediately. His eyeballs were pointed at the luxurious white sofa, which was in one corner of Vlad's room.

“Good. I-i understand. You rest here. I'll get the waiter to prepare a full-fledged women's outfit.” Vlad looked at Altea. There was a hint of disappointment there, as she realized that the beautiful woman before her was resisting and trying to keep her distance.

“Happy rest.” Without excuse, Vlad kissed Altea's soft lips. The young lady herself did not refuse either. He even seemed to be enjoying Vlad's touch.

“Goodnight, Mr.” Altea stopped the kiss. He kept his face away from Vlad, when the handsome man's hands moved mischievously touching his hips.

“Goodnight.” Vlad smiled wryly, facing the attitude of the woman who managed to steal his heart. But he tries to understand. Vlad will not force, until Altea himself is willing to open his heart again. Vlad's sturdy body turned around leaving the room, without saying anything.

Meanwhile, Altea noticed Vlad's handsome, handsome figure from behind, until the man disappeared behind the slowly closing door. After Altea felt confident that there was no one else in the room, she rushed over to the window.

Altea breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the shutters made of thick glass were unlocked. Without a second thought, he jumped out. His feet rested on the thick window sills and jutted out. He stepped very carefully until his hand managed to grab onto the large pillar that was on the side of the window.

The young lady wrapped her hands around the pillar, then moved down until her feet touched the grass in the courtyard beside the mansion. He was about to turn around and sneak out the gate.

However, his steps had to come to a halt, when a heavy voice rebuked him. “Where are you going, Miss Miller?” ask a man who is none other than Mykola.