This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
The Bad Beginning

Freya came out of her room when the waiter told her that Jordan was waiting for her to eat dinner.

With Freya's slow steps towards the dining table, there were already three men, one of whom was Jordan.

Freya chose to sit in front of Jordan, next to the blond man. Freya smiled, trying to be friendly towards them.

"They are my friends, he is Alex, and he is Andrew" Jordan said, pointing to his two friends.

The blonde one was Alex, while Andrew was black, just like Jordan.

"I'm Freya." Freya said to Alex, and Andrew.

"Welcome, may you stay here" said Alex, and Freya answered with a nod.

Then the four of them began to enjoy the food, and no one else spoke.

After finishing dinner, Jordan invites Freya, and her two friends to go to the third floor. They entered into a large room, which was slightly stuffy. Freya was stunned when she realized where she was at the moment.

Weapon room, that might be the most appropriate term to mention this place. Because Freya saw some sort of neatly arranged weapon in the room.

Ranging from long guns, to revolver pistols.

"These boys are going to be the room you love Freya in" Jordan said as he spread out his arms.

Freya, Alex, and Andrew, they don't understand Jordan's intentions. They just frowned while looking at him.

"What do you mean, man?" ask Alex.

"He'll be part of our group!" Jordan replied firmly.

"Sir.I mean you.me." said Freya stammering.

Jordan approached Freya, and looked at her sharply.

"Yes, you're gonna be a mobster like us." Jordan said without hesitation.

"But..."

"You want revenge, don't you?"

"Yes, but does it have to be like this?" ask Freya.

"What are you afraid of? I'll teach you how to use a weapon. How to kill, and knock out an opponent. Once you get used to it, you'll enjoy it" Jordan said casually.

Freya gulped her saliva when she heard the words coming out of Jordan's mouth. Imagine him playing with guns, killing, and covered in blood.

Ahhh very terrible!

Just imagine it looks like he can't, let alone do it. Should he really be a mobster?

"She's a Jordanian woman, are you sure of your plan?" ask Alex quickly.

"of course. The unsuspecting bait is a beautiful woman. You know, Mr. X has been hiding his identity, and we should do the same. We'll hide Freya's identity, and use it to reveal Mr. X's identity, and then we'll destroy it" Jordan replied at length.

Freya is not surprised, if it turns out she was only used as bait.

Jordan is a great man, if without a fair reward, Jordan is unlikely to help him.

It's just that Freya still hesitates, can she really do it.

Being among these weapons alone, his body was already trembling incoherently.

What if he fails?

Wouldn't that hasten his death, because Jordan couldn't possibly forgive him.

"If I fail how?" ask Freya carefully.

"Don't fail!" jordan replied firmly.

"But I don't have the courage." Freya.

"Not not yet, but not." Answer Jordan.

"You're sure this will work for Jordan?" ask Andrew.

"We try first, then we know the answer" Jordan replied.

"But this is not for a moment. If we fail, so much time will be wasted" Andrew said.

"Do you think we're waiting in silence, Ndrew?" ask Jordan.

Andrew was silent, he could no longer deny Jordan's plans.

Alex is also silent, he just hopes Jordan's plan this time can run smoothly.

***

Freya had been living in Moscow for a month, and now she was getting used to holding a gun. Recognize the types, also learn to fill the bullet. Jordan was right, with the habit of fear it could slowly be removed. Freya could now raise her courage. He no longer screamed in shock, when he saw Jordan, or the others coming home with wounds and blood.

"Freya!" call Jordan.

Freya, who was sitting by the pool, looked back.

"What's wrong?" ask Freya.

"Today I'm not busy, are you ready for practice?" jordan asked while sitting next to Freya.

It turns out that Jordan wasn't as cold as Freya had imagined. After getting to know each other, Jordan was quite friendly, and talked a lot. But one fact Freya knew, Jordan was the most sadistic and cruel man Freya had ever met.

"Of course." Reply Freya steadily.

Then they both went to the third floor. Take out a few pistols, and then take them to the back ground of the house.

The land is quite spacious, with some shady trees.

This is where Freya and Jordan are. They'll practice shooting in this place. Jordan stands behind Freya, helping her hold the gun properly, teaching her how to target.

This was the first time Freya had learned to shoot, also the first time they were in this kind of position. Freya's heart thumped, as Jordan's body docked at her back.

"Are you scared?" ask Jordan.

"No."

"But your hands are shaking." Said Jordan.

Ohhh no!

Why Jordan knew it. Freya trembled not out of fear, but out of nervousness with their current position. Freya took a deep breath, trying to control herself.

Can't do. He should not be interested in Jordan. He's too tall for you, Freya. Freya thought, reminding herself.

"Don't be nervous, let's just say it's an enemy that will kill you!" said Jordan.

Freya tried hard to dismiss all the shadows about Jordan. He tried to recall his dark time. How was his stepmother's treatment, until he lost all the assets that should have been his.

With that resentment, Freya was finally able to focus on training.

He must be a great man, and can take revenge.

Door.....!!

Freya tried to shoot, but missed. The bullet landed far from the target.

"Focus your gaze, and hold it like this!" said Jordan.

Freya again thumped as Jordan's hand touched her hand.

Door....!!

With Jordan's help, Freya's shot hit the target.

Jordan steps back, and no longer helps Freya.

"Do it like that!" jordan said giving instructions.

Freya refocused when Jordan was no longer holding her. He tried as much as he could to hit the target.

The door....!!! Fail.

Up to several shots, Freya has not been able to hit the target. He ruffled his hair violently, feeling annoyed and disappointed in himself.

"Tomorrow we practice again" Jordan said flatly.

"Good." Freya answered while looking down.

Freya did not dare to look at Jordan, because it seemed like the man was angry.

She overhears Jordan's steps start to drift away, leaving Freya alone there.

"Why am I this stupid, if he is disappointed I can no longer take my rights," Freya murmured.

Then Freya also left the place, she hoped tomorrow's training was better.

He wanted to be a great man like Jordan, in order to take back the rights that his stepmother had taken.

"Frey." I have to greet Alex who just came home.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where are you from?" ask Alex.

"The back of the house." Answer Freya.

"You rehearsing?"

"Yes, but it failed." Freya replied softly, lowering her head.

"You mean?" ask Alex wonder.

"I couldn't hit the target, and it looks like Jordan was very disappointed." Freya.

"Calm down, it's your first day ahead that's better" Alex said, patting Freya on the shoulder.

"I hope so too." Freya replied with a long sigh.

*Bers*connect*......