This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Accepting Offers

"You who?" ask Freya curiously.

The man smiled, drew closer to Freya, and looked at her sharply.

"I'm Jordan. Jordan Vinales's. Have you ever heard my name?"

Freya's heart was beating rapidly. His body was cold hot, and shivered in fear. He knows who Jordan Vinales is. A big businessman from Russia.

But not only that, Jordan Vinales is also known as a top class mafia.

The football in the dark world, no doubt about it. He was also known as a cold, cruel man. And now, the man was in front of him.

What's he supposed to do?

"You, are you the Jordan..." Freya was unable to continue her sentence, her throat felt choked, due to overwhelming fear.

"Yes, I'm a mafia." Answer Jordan.

"Why are you here. Why do you speak Indonesian?" freya asked still scared.

"I have a little mission here.

I'm a mafia, there's no way I don't learn many languages." Jordan Say.

Freya confirmed Jordan's speech. A mobster can only speak one or two languages.

Especially high-end mafia like Jordan, surely he has traveled around the world often.

"Then did you accept my offer?" Jordan asked back.

"I don't know. I'm still confused." Answer Freya.

"Later in the night I flew to Russia. You don't have much time to think Miss" Jordan said firmly.

"Think about it well. Now that you have nothing, who will appreciate you.

But if you come with me, be a part of my group, you will be much respected.

People will respect you, no one else will dare to bully you" Jordan said.

Then Jordan passed away, leaving Freya still stunned. He was confused, not knowing what decision to make.

Freya needed help, because she had nothing.

But coming with Jordan, is that the right choice.

Maybe he can help Freya get revenge, but Jordan really is as good as that, helping her without asking for anything in return.

I don't think that's possible.

Shortly after, a waiter came with a tray of food.

********

Jordan was on the balcony of his room. Sitting alone while sipping the cigarette he had just lit. His mind wandered far away. Remembering the dark times that have gone by. Events that leave deep wounds. Things Jordan can't forget.

She heard the door of her room being knocked. Then he got up from his seat, and walked toward the door.

Jordan opens the door and sees Freya coming.

"Come in!" jordan's orders.

Freya was a little hesitant. He wanted to refuse, but seeing Jordan's sharp gaze, made him not dare to wiggle. Finally he complied, and went into the room.

"What's wrong?" ask Jordan.

"Are you really going to help me?" Freya asked back.

Jordan approached Freya, and spoke right in front of her.

"really. But I need a reward" Jordan said.

"What?" ask Freya.

"It turns out to be true, you didn't help me for free. Are you gonna ask me to sleep with you.

No, please don't. Why is my life like this?" freya said in her heart.

"I want you to help me" Jordan said firmly.

Freya frowned. I felt strange about Jordan's response. Helping her?

What Freya can do. Now he was just a weak man, and had nothing.

"Help what?" ask Freya.

"Betting my revenge on someone." Answer Jordan.

Freya jerks.

A vendetta?

Can he?

"Can I" murmured Freya.

"Of course.'' Said Jordan.

"How?" ask Freya.

"Later you'll know. Come with me" Jordan replied with a smile.

"Good."

"Tonight, we're flying to Russia."

"Good."

*********

At 07:00 pm in Moscow. Andrew and Alex were sitting opposite each other in the office.

"Not completely." Answer Alex.

"I know, he managed to eradicate those people. But he failed to reveal Mr.'s identity. X." Andrew said as he sipped his cigarette.

"It's not an easy thing Ndrew, we always fail." Said Alex.

"I wonder who he really is. Truly a devious strategy," murmured Andrew.

Shortly after, Alex's phone shook, it was Jordan who called.

"Hallo." Hello Alex.

"Hallo Lex." Answer Jordan.

"What's wrong?" ask Alex.

"I'm going home." Jordan Say.

"Then, what about your plan?" Alex asked back.

"I have other plans." Answer Jordan.

"What?"

"Later you'll know.

We'll talk about it when I get there. Prepare rooms and other supplies for a woman" Jordan told Alex.

"For what? Are you gonna bring a woman?" ask Alex wonder.

"Yes.''

"He's your woman?" alex was astonished.

"No. He's part of my plan." Answer Jordan.

"All right." Answer Alex.

And soon the call was cut off. Alex looked at Andrew.

"Jordan told us to prepare a room for women." Said Alex.

"Who is he?" ask Andrew.

"I don't know for sure.

Jordan said it was part of his plan." Answer Alex.

"What does he have a plan for?" ask Andrew.

"He'll talk about it later, when he gets here." Said Alex.

"Oh so." Andrew Mumbled.

"Yes, maybe it's time we also have to devise a mature plan." Alex said, looking at Andrew.

"You're right, I hope Jordan's plan doesn't fail again." Answer Andrew.

"Hopefully." Alex said with a smile.

"It's late, are we home now?" ask Andrew.

"Come on!" answer Alex.

*********

After a long journey, Freya and Jordan have finally arrived in Moscow. Jordan invites Freya to stay at his place.

A big and luxurious house. The room alone was larger than the living room in Freya's house.

Freya entered her room hesitantly. This place is too luxurious for him, just to help, all this seems excessive. Freya was afraid that something would happen to her.

"Didn't you trust me?" jordan asked who suddenly stood behind Freya.

Freya was shocked.

Then he looked up, and tried to smile.

"Of course I believe." Said Freya nervously.

"Then why do you feel reluctant to go into your room?" said Jordan.

"I. I. I feel this is too fancy, this is excessive, I feel bad." Freya answered carefully. He was afraid the answer would offend Jordan.

Jordan walked over to Freya. He was standing right in front of Freya. Touching his chin, and raising it.

"Remove that nervousness, and that insecurities of yours. Do not weaken yourself, act boldly, as if you are the greatest, so that the enemy is reluctant to approach you. Do you understand!" He said with a sharp look.

Freya was fixated, trying to digest the word Jordan said.

"He's a mafia, it's easy for him, but for me, it's hard, what else to deal with. I'm really scared." Inner Freya.

"You don't have to worry. I'm not interested in women" Jordan said, staring intently at Freya. It was as if he knew what Freya was afraid of.

Freya looked down again. Dare not to answer.

"Bless your head!" jordan was firm.

Freya raised her head in doubt and fear. His eyes met Jordan's eyes. Ahhh Freya felt her whole body knead. What a mobster that can kill an opponent, just with the look of the eye, thought Freya at the time.

"Sleep. I'll tell you what your job is" Jordan said.

"Good." Answer Freya slowly.

Then Jordan left Freya who was still sculpting. Freya's heart was still pounding hard, apparently dealing with an extraordinarily terrifying mafia.

Then he decided to take a bath, soak for a while in warm water, maybe can eliminate his fear.

Seriate........