This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Possibly Dumped?

The next day, Jordan again invites Freya to practice.

"I want you to be more serious Fre!" jordan said firmly while standing next to Freya.

"I'll try." Freya replied with a slightly trembling tone.

His heart was pounding again, either out of nervousness, or out of fear.

Then Freya took the gun Jordan had thrust at her. Raise it, and point it forward, press the trigger, and dooorrr!!

Freya's shot missed, far enough off target.

Twice, three times, up to ten times, Freya's shot still missed, none of which hit the target.

"Ahhh, why is this so difficult. It turns out learning to shoot isn't as easy as I thought." Freya murmured in her heart.

"You need to take Freya more seriously!" snapped Jordan. This time there was no smile on her lips.

"I've taken my time on this, so don't you think it's just a toy. You understand!" jordan said in a higher tone. His patience is running low.

"I understand, sorry I'll try again." Freya answered slowly.

"Hurry up!" shout Jordan.

Freya tried hard, aiming her shot at the target. However, because of the fear he again failed. Dozens of times he shot, still missed.

"Don't blame me if I put you back on the street!" jordan snapped as he walked away.

Freya stared at Jordan's departure sadly, her tears starting to drip.

"I shouldn't have decided to go with you. You're a mafia, it must be very difficult to have a good relationship with you. Why am I so stupid." Freya Mumbled. He deeply regrets his decision.

Freya cried alone, why could her life be this ruined. The shadow of that night, again flashed in his memory. He loved his family so much, he never thought they would betray him.

He left home with emotions, and resentment, so he could simply accept Jordan's offer, without thinking about the consequences.

Now that it was too late, he was already in Moscow, already far away from his home country. What would he do, if Jordan threw him out on the street. Fortunately if returned to Indonesia, if dumped here, could starve him to death.

"What should I do now." Freya muttered while crying.

He sat down hugging his knees, and hid his face there.

After a long time of crying, someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

"You okay, Fre?"

Freya looked up, and looked at someone who approached her, it was Alex who came.

"You're questioning, why?" alex asked while sitting next to Freya.

"I'm fine." Freya answered while wiping her tears.

"Jordan is like that, hard and impatient, don't take heart" Alex told Freya.

"I was a fool, two days of practice, but there was no result at all. It's only natural that he's angry." Said Freya quietly while looking down.

"It's only been two days, there's still plenty of time. You take it easy, if Jordan doesn't want to train you anymore, I'll train you until you can" Alex said, wiping off Freya's head.

Freya's heart was a little calm. At least there are good people for him.

"Thank you." Freya said with a smile.

"There's no need to thank you, we're friends, right," Alex replied with Freya's smile.

"You want to come with me?" alex asked while looking at Freya.

"Where?"

"Jordan told me to pick up the new weapon in his order, would you like to come?"

"Is it far away?" ask Freya.

"Lumayan." Answer Alex.

"But..."

"But what?"

"What will Jordan allow?" freya asked as she looked at Alex.

"Jordan's gone, he's not home. He won't be angry anyway, if you go with me." Said Alex.

"That's it, all right," replied Freya.

Then they both walked into the house.

Freya goes into her room, while Alex waits for her in the living room.

Before long Freya came out wearing a long red shirt, combined with long black jeans. Her hair was curled up neatly.

"Are you ready?" alex asked while looking at Freya.

"It." Freya replied while nodding.

Then the two of them left, and they boarded Alex's black car.

"We're just the two of us?" freya asked as the car started to run.

"There are some of my subordinates who will follow us from behind." Answer Alex.

"Oh." Freya's murmur was brief.

"Are you afraid of Fre, if we're just the two of you?" ask Alex.

"No, but there's usually a bodyguard every time you do an important task." Answer Freya.

"I thought you were afraid, and doubted me" Alex said with a laugh.

"Where is it possible, you're so great." Praise Freya.

"You're overreacting Fre, in my world, I'm still very weak." Said Alex.

"You're kidding."

"I'm serious Fre. You know, I was in a coma for two months, because there was a bullet lodged in my head. And that's what I got from Mr. X's men." Alex said as he looked at Freya.

"His men?" freya asked in disbelief. If only his men could hurt someone as great as Alex, then what about Mr. X himself, it would be amazing. And her self who will be prepared to be an opponent of Mr.X, what could she possibly be?

"Yes. It's just his men, because Mr. X is the one who always hides behind the scenes. We don't know his identity, that's why we're having trouble fighting him." Answer Alex.

"Well, is that how she hid? have you never met him?" ask Freya.

"We've met, but he always wears a mask, and his clothes are always long. All we know is that he's black-haired, and he's black-eyed, maybe he's Asian" Alex explained.

"Our identity is very clear, many people know, if we are the mafia. So I guess that's why Mr.X is so good at hiding from us." Connect Alex.

"Did Jordan come to Indonesia because of Mr.X?" ask Freya.

"Yes, we suspect that Mr.X is Indonesian." Answer Alex.

"It was only then that he considered me a spy." Freya Mumbled.

"Jordan is always on guard.

That's why Fre, we need you. We're gonna make you a mafia, and hide your identity. We need you to uncover Mr.X's identity, we'll use the same strategy to defeat him" Alex explained.

"But I doubt Lex, just learning to shoot I can't, let alone complete such a big task." Freya Saying.

"You don't be pessimistic Fre, it's hard to start. Just don't give up, I'm sure you can" Alex said with a smile.

Freya also smiled, she again found confidence in herself.

"I wish I could really, really, Lex." Freya murmured in her heart.

****

About three hours away, they finally arrived at a simple house in the suburbs. Freya got out of the car with a feeling of wonder. Are they really going to take the guns in this house. The house is even smaller than Freya's house in Indonesia.

They began to enter the courtyard of the house, and were greeted by the weeds that grew around the house. Ahh as if there were no inhabitants.

Were they misplaced?

Thought Freya at that time.

But any man like Alex could get lost.

Or maybe this will be his home. It's possible that Jordan deliberately told Alex to throw it here. Freya's heart started pounding hard, bad possibilities just flashed through her brain.

Nah!

This is impossible!

Seriate...