(Continued....Prologue Part 5)

Adrian carried a numb Lielah in her arms, trying as much as he could to hide her face in her arms.

Right now she might not care how she might look, but when the time will come, he knew Lielah would feel embarrassed to have shown even any hint of weakness before her men.

She was a Michaelson, while he was a Rosario. None of them could cry if they were to survive this type of life. Not one in either of their family did, especially when someone was killed. It was the most basic of rules one understood without saying in their kind of life.

They just became stronger and turned the anger on their enemies. THEY didn't break down.

Which Lielah did. It showed that no matter how cold hearted she tried to become, she would never loose that part of her that was compassionate. And being compassionate in their world was a deadly sin.

No matter how hard he tried, Adrian couldn't let Lielah be a part of this kind of life. He told her numerous excuses that leaving the country, growing up until later was what her father would have wanted. But in truth, he wasn't that selfless. He wanted her out of this kind of life because HE couldn't see her in pain, like he just saw today.

She wasn't only little in matter of age but also weak, despite how much she might protested. She needed to grow up and be strong before she ever came back, if she even did.

As Adrian carried lielah to his car, he ordered his men to leave them both despite their protests for security, especially at such dire times; but once glance from him was enough to shut them up and get back to themselves.

Now Adrian needed to take things into perspective and knew that he couldn't do them surrounded by a bunch of men, much less doing all that while making sure they didn't see Lielah's tear stained face.

Gently moving a hand on her hair, now that Lielah was lying in the backseat of the car, possibly fainted due to the series of shock she got today if he were to assume. Giving out a huff he went around and climbed into the driver seat, before leaving away in the car.

Her fainting was another sign of how she was still not ready for this life, if she ever would be.

Adrian gave out a huff as he shook his head still remembered the first time he met her, her 3 years ago, when he first fell for her. She was barely 11 and he had been 17.

They way she talked, the way she laughed and the way she almost shot him because he said something about her father when she was showing him the picture she drew. Surely she would have almost killed him that day if her father wouldn't have changed the gun's direction in the nick of time, but it didn't change the fact that she was fiercely loyal of the people she loved as much as she was innocent. It was at that point in his first meeting that he felling something in his life that he never did.

Since then, his feeling for her only grew like a ferocious animal trapped in a cage which keep getting bigger and angrier each day. Beating against the cage that was her age.

Now he was just waiting for her to patiently grow up; and what a snail crawl wait it was. It was as if someone wanted to make him pay for his crime each day, living in torture.

But one thing was, until now, he didn't have to worry about her safety. But now even that matter took a whole new road. Not only her father was dead but Lielah now had a target on her head.

He needed to make sure that she was sent to a place where she would be truly secure. Where she could peacefully grow up, without looking over her shoulder at every turn and step she took.

So it only left one place.

Making his mind up and looking back at Lielah one last time, knowing she would never forgive him for what he was about to do; Adrian picked up the phone and called.