This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Wedding Feast

"Jordan, why are you quiet? You don't like hearing my confession?" ask Freya. A few seconds later, he stared at Jordan. His eyes were flat, as if thinking of something so heavy.

"Of course love Baby, even really like it. I was just surprised, it felt like a dream. You really are mine, a very beautiful thing." Jordan pulls Freya's body and takes her into a hug. He did not want the woman to see the uneasiness in the look in his eyes.

"I hope that feeling really comes. Freya, help me forget Lyana, "inner Jordan.

Freya closed her eyes, enjoying the warm embrace of Jordan. Slowly he wrapped his hands around Jordan's waist, clutching the man's body until there was no longer any distance between them.

The fragrant bush that emanated from Freya's body, as well as the charming and rancid lips that unceasingly commented a smile. The Jordan defense. Awakening a long-standing desire that never spread. Although there is no taste, but lust has power.

Jordan brought her face closer, and touched her wet lips as if teasing. Sweet, the first thing she felt. Whether what lipstick Freya wears, it feels soothing and makes her reluctant to let go.

A few minutes later, Jordan let go of his kiss. Guilt is getting worse in the heart. He was angry, and hated himself. Why can't he control his desires, why is it so hard to touch the woman he always lied to.

"I'm sorry, Freya." Only an apology continues to be spoken in the heart of Jordan.

Although his hand was still clutching Freya's waist, his gaze turned to void air. He did not want to look at the beautiful face that made him lose control.

"Baby, come on in! The air gets colder, you catch a cold" Jordan said.

"You forget who I am, I won't lose to the cold." Freya let out a crisp laugh, provoking Jordan's eyes to look back at her. Ahh those wet lips, again making his desire smolder.

"I know, but that's not my only reason" Jordan replied.

"Want to?"

"I can't promise not to touch you any further, if we stick together here, Baby," Jordan replied quickly.

"Jordaaannn!" scream Freya. Then he got up from his seat, and snorted in annoyance when he saw Jordan laughing.

The next second, Jordan moved on. He slipped a strand of Freya's hair that covered his cheeks.

"I want to do it later, after me and you are tied to marriage. I don't want to stain you, Baby!" said Jordan.

"More, touching you out of lust, not love. I don't want that to happen, Freya!" keep Jordan in your heart.

"I understand, thank you for taking care of me, Jordan. Mmm but, may I ask?" ask Freya.

"Please, I'll answer it" Jordan said.

"First, when you were in a relationship with Lyana. Are you looking after him, too, Jordan?" ask Freya carefully.

Jordan smiled wryly, again his mind remembered about the memories with Lyana.

"I'm sorry Freya. She and I were almost married, so we .. have mmm__"

"I understand." Freya put her fingers on Jordan's lips.

"Aren't you angry?" ask Jordan.

"Of course not. Everyone has Jordan's past, not least you and me, although my relationship with Calvin isn't that far. The first one is special, but the last one is more valuable. I'd rather be the last. Because it lives to reach the future, not to reflect on the past" Freya explained with a charming smile.

Jordan gasped, 'grabbing the future, not pondering over the past' a sentence that struck right in the recesses of the heart.

Jordan ducked, trying to convince himself, if Lyana was just the past. And Freya is the woman she should love.

"I should be able to" Jordan's inner. He took a deep breath, and looked back at Freya.

"Thank you for your understanding, Baby. Yes, let's go in!" take Jordan.

"Yes." Yeah." Freya received Jordan's hand. The two then walked into the house.

***

Time goes on properly. It never stops, even if there is a wounded soul, or even fragile. One month already, time has been running since Jordan's birthday.

Alex, Jordan, and Freya still carry out their duties as a mobster. Sometimes designing strategies and strategies, sometimes also eliminating lives in order to conduct business.

Andrew has officially resigned two weeks ago. Today is her last day of being single. From tomorrow onwards, he coexisted with a wife.

David, he's back at Jordan's base. After a whole month, help Leon's work.

The wedding was held in Andrew's private home. The magnificent house is like a palace that was built a few months ago. After marriage, Andrew and Alice will live there. Alice is an orphan girl who comes from simple circles. And Andrew's gonna make her a princess.

The hour hand shows exactly at 07:00 p.m. Freya had already performed gracefully in a long blue sleeveless dress. His long hair was left to cover his shoulders. High hells black color wrapping smooth legs nan level. Beautiful face, beautiful and charming, not inferior to the bride.

Freya stepped out of the room where she was dressed. Since morning he and his three colleagues have been at Andrew's house. Not to forget he brought a glock meyer gun, and slipped it behind a dress.

Sometimes parties are used as a moment for some people to launch sneaky actions. Moreover, the bride is a former mafia, surely many rivals are not happy to see her happy.

"Are you ready, Baby?" ask Jordan who just came out of the other room.

"It has. Which other one?" Freya asked back.

"It's been mingling with some guests" Jordan replied.

"Oh,"

"To be worthy to be with you beautiful, Jordan," replied Freya.

"Sweet sentence, say it again!" jordan Goda.

"No way." Freya shook her head.

"Babys!"

"No Jordan. Come outside! There were already a lot of guests coming," Freya said.

"Wait!" Jordan held back Freya's hand that was about to step.

"What's wrong?" ask Freya.

"Who are you?"

"It." Freya smiled as she blinked one eye.

"Good, sometimes a lot of unexpected things happen at parties." Jordan clasped Freya's fingers and took her along.

The spacious living room, has been transformed in such a way as to hold a wedding party. Invitational guests continued to arrive, congratulating the two brides.

Alice looks beautiful like a queen. The glamorous white dress was attached, wrapping around her wacky body. Long hair is left unraveled, decorated with tiara. Beside him stood a strong man. His face was beautiful, and unsightly. The man who is none other than Andrew, he looks more dashing in a suit and formal suit.

"Alice," said Freya.

The woman called Alice looked down in shame. From the first meeting, he did. Always insecure whenever dealing with Freya.

"Very perfect" praised Freya with a friendly smile.

"Thank you, brother. But Freya's sister is much prettier." Alice smiled as she glanced at Freya.

Alice is a 20-year-old girl, her age is far adrift with Andrew. Accustomed to living in simplicity, he lacks confidence if mingling with the people of the upper class. He was very scared of Andrew. That's why Andrew would rather leave the mafia, than not be able to pursue love.

"Alice, we're friends. Don't be so shy." Freya held Alice's arm tightly.

Andrew, David, Jordan and Alex, they greet other guests who have just arrived.

"Thank you, brother, but I feel Brother Freya far above me. I, I feel so small," Alice said innocently.

"What are you saying, I'm just like you. I used to be a simple woman too, and after being Jordan's lover, I just improved a little" Freya explained complete with a smile.

"really? But Brother Andrew said, Brother Freya also .. mafia," said Alice, she lowered her voice at the end of the sentence.

"You just want to be lied to. I'm just friends with them. I used to work at Diamond, that's how I first came to know Jordan" Freya said. He did this, so that Alice would act normal to him.

"But, but Brother Andrew said it was not like that" Alice murmured.

"Andrew is too much" said Freya with a stifled smile.

"Don't ruin my good name Fre. I never lied to Alice, don't make her misunderstand" said Andrew, who suddenly appeared among them.

Freya laughed crisply. While Alice, she looked at Andrew and Freya alternately. Which one of them is lying?

"Alice, remember we're friends! A friend won't lie, I've been looking for a drink." Freya breezed away leaving Alice still confused.

"Darling, I'm not lying. He's a mafia, just like me, he's even more ruthless" Andrew said.

"But he said no" Alice said.

"He just wants to make you comfortable. He doesn't want you to keep on leaning on him. He was humble, despite being on a high peak. One of our very strong rivals, he killed. He hides his cruel side, behind a graceful attitude" Andrew said at length.

"It's hard to believe, when a woman is as beautiful as she is a murderer" Alice murmured.

"If you are still in doubt, I'll take you to headquarters sometime. Usually he kills prisoners' lives in a sadistic way" Andrew said.

Not yet Alice answered, some guests came to them. Congratulate, then talk about business. Alice could only listen, she was too public about stocks, investments, and so on.

About an hour later, Freya came to them.

"Ndrive!" call Freya.

"What's wrong?"

"Jordan where to?" ask Freya.

"So in front, talking to his relations" replied Andrew.

"Nothing, I've been looking for him everywhere, not even David knows. Did he say anything?" ask Freya slowly. Could there be little mice looking for trouble?

"No, I haven't seen him since." Andrew shakes.

"Yes already." Freya stepped away with a sour look.

Seriate....