This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Marcel And Jonathan

Freya smiled obliquely, she looked at the ferocious faces that were standing before her.

With the high hells still attached to her toes, Freya stepped forward, lifting her chin, as if she was not afraid of danger ready to pounce on her.

"Who are you?" freya asked while squinting her eyes. He looked at the five men very sharply. Highlight his eyes seemed to be able to freeze the opponent's body, or even suck his life.

"What are you doing to him?" asked one of them, glancing at Jonthan who had been lying in his long sleep.

"The burden of her life is too heavy, I just help her to forget all that," Freya replied casually, as she brushed the messy hair on her face.

"You, are you a mafia?" asked the man as he stepped forward, and approached Freya. His eyes stared intently at the gun that was in Freya's grasp.

"Do you still need an answer, are you really that stupid?" tease Freya while laughing.

"Only five people, I can definitely clear them up quickly," Freya's inner self in her heart.

Seeing Freya's attitude that deliberately underestimated him, the man became enraged. Anger began to burn in his heart. As a man who has been in the mafia world for a long time, it is impossible to stay silent when his pride is dropped, especially those who do that are women.

"Your mouth is very spicy Miss, beg, or I will stuff your mouth with a bullet!" the man said with hatred.

"We can't hurt him, this is the boss's order" whispered one of them.

Before bearing the predicate of a mafia, Freya has been trained to use the five senses better, including the sense of hearing. Although the man only whispered, Freya was able to hear him very clearly.

"Boss, who does he mean? I thought they were Jonathan's men who came to rescue his master. But I was wrong, who sent them here?" freya's inner self with a heart that starts beating fast.

"He's a mobster, and we don't know which side he stands on. The boss will definitely understand," replied the man before Freya, without turning his eyes.

"Down your weapon, and surrender! Tell me, who told you to do this!" sniff the man.

"She disguised herself as a very graceful woman, but underneath all that, she was like a cruel and cruel demon. Looking at how it works, I'm sure the person standing behind him, isn't an ordinary mafia," the inner man looked at Freya from toe to toe.

"I'm not a coward who gives up easily. And, I'm also not interested in answering your question, too boring," replied Freya, again with a small laugh.

Without further ado, the man immediately attacked Freya. He pulls the trigger, and tries to shoot Freya.

However, Freya was a very nimble and deft woman. Agilely he dodged every bullet that shot towards him.

The other four men immediately took action, they together raided Freya. Kicking, hitting, and also shooting. However, something like this was not the first for Freya. All the attacks he could handle so easily. Nevertheless, the dress he wore was torn at the waist, due to excessive movement.

After fighting for half an hour, Freya finally managed to subvert four opponents. They lay helpless on the floor, fresh blood was drenched and pooled there, giving off a fishy aroma that was quite stinging.

"You're a fucking woman!" shouted one of the most sturdy men. The only opponent still capable of supporting his body.

The man attacks Freya and tries to paralyze her. But unfortunately, Freya managed to hit his arm, until the weapon he was holding was thrown far away. Freya laughed with a grin, she caught the man's two hands, and twisted them backwards.

The man grimaced in pain, he growled angrily, but could do nothing, because Freya managed to lock his movements.

"Geeh!" yelled the man. He felt heat and pain in his right shoulder.

Freya let go of her grip, then she pushed the man's body violently. The body began to weaken, slumped on the floor with blood soaked.

Freya stepped closer to him, then turned the body with her legs. The man who was already helpless, looked at Freya hatefully. Inwardly, he was very unwilling to be humbled like this.

Without a second thought, the man spat, and hit Freya in the face. Although it could not hurt him, but it could at least insult him, thought the man.

Freya rubbed the saliva slowly, she tried to smile, even though emotions had already erupted in the crown.

"You still want to play with me" Freya said, caressing the man's cheek. He rubbed the water there.

"Well, I'll do what you want!" connect Freya while removing a small object from her bag.

The man did not answer, only his chest was visible up and down. Either hold back the anger, or endure the pain.

Freya pulled out a small knife, then brought it closer to the man's face.

"Blessed, for you will be my first man. The man I cut alive. It might hurt a little, but you should be grateful, because it can take the pain off your shoulder. The poison lodged there is nothing compared to this knife" Freya said, sticking her knife in the man's temple.

"What are you gonna do?" furious at the man with a paled face. He did not expect to meet a female demon who was like a princess.

"Slicing your face, and then skinning it. Like this, like this, like this," Freya replied casually. It scratches a deep enough wound on the man's temples and cheeks.

"It's very interesting" Freya said as she raised her knife. Fresh blood seemed to be smeared on the tip.

"Please forgive me, forgive my mistake! Shoot me, and kill me, don't be like this. Please stop!" said the man with a stingy breath, and an increasingly deathly pale face.

"You want me to stop, all right. But answer my question honestly. Who's your master, and what's your purpose here?" freya asked with a sharp look in her eyes.

"Mr Marcel, he told us to kill Mr. Jonathan." Answer the man stammeringly.

"Marcellino?"

"I.iya."

"Kill Jonathan, why would he want this?" ask Freya quickly.

"Because of him, because he___" has not been able to continue the sentence, life has already left its body.

The man's head was drowning on the floor, no more breathing from him. Freya clucked in annoyance, she deeply regretted the man's untimely departure.

"Damn, I haven't got the answer yet!" freya grumbled as she moved from her seat.

He turned to the other opponents, checked them out and hoped that one of them would still be alive. But Freya had to swallow the disappointment, because they had all gone to the afterlife.

"What's the reason why Marcel did this. I suspected their relationship wasn't good, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. Is my guess right, is Marcel really Mr.X?" freya said alone.

Then he reached into his phone and called someone.

"I need your help, to get something done. I'll send you the address!" freya said to someone across the street.

"I have to clear this up, Marcel can't trace my tracks." Frida muttered slowly.

Seriate...