This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
The Feelings That Started to Exist

One by one the prisoners were released. They immediately ran, and hid behind bushes, and trees.

Freya began to move her legs, holding tightly to the gun in her hand. Because of his success yesterday, Jordan gave Glock meyer's gun to him.

Freya sharpened her hearing, she looked for the source of the rustling sound that entered her ears. Slowly Freya stepped closer to the bushes behind the trees.

Then dooooorrrr.....!!!!

Freya managed to shoot one prisoner. He immediately fell helpless. Maybe he used to be just a lower-class man, so it wasn't too difficult to kill him.

After making sure his opponent died, Freya stepped back, and looked for another opponent.

One by one they can find Freya. Freya smiled in satisfaction, as almost all of her opponents had lost their lives.

There was only one more prisoner he had not taken. He was quite formidable, many times he managed to escape Freya's attacks. Freya let out a rough breath, and then went back to looking for her opponent.

There was no rustling at all, Freya had difficulty making it. He searched for a long time, but had not found his opponent. Freya growled in annoyance, she felt played with.

Before long, Freya turned around, and intended to meet Jordan. Each prisoner was fitted with a tracking device on his shirt, so they remained under surveillance. Freya wanted to ask Jordan for his opponent's whereabouts, as she was tired of looking for him manually.

But Freya has not gone further.

Suddenly buuuukkk....!!

Someone hit him from behind. Freya staggered forward, and nearly fell. Fortunately, the gun was still held tightly. Suddenly Freya immediately looked back, and found her opponent was swinging a piece of wood to hit her.

Freya's reflexes instantly dodged, so the log only hit empty air.

Freya quickly pulled the trigger, but again the man managed to dodge.

"You can't kill me, because I'll kill you first" the man said in a hoarse voice.

"You've come far enough after me, Jordan will no longer find you" the man continued as he approached Freya.

Freya took a step back, her opponent was strong enough, she had to be vigilant. The man continued to approach Freya, he did not care even though Freya pointed a gun at him. Freya ran out of steps, she could not retreat anymore, because it was blocked by a large enough tree.

There was no other choice, Freya fired her gun, but again the man was able to dodge.

Quickly the man swung the wood, and hit Freya's arm. Freya fell, and her gun was thrown away. He had not taken back his gun, the man had already taken it.

Standing up, the man held his gun to Freya's chest. Freya, who was still on the ground, began to pale and aware of the situation.

No, he can't just die. Wasn't her wonderful life just beginning, so she had to put in a lot of effort against this man before her.

"You're gonna die a fucking woman!" snapped at the man while looking at Freya sharply.

Freya's body trembled, fear began to approach her. But his hard desire to live, still leaves the debris of courage in him. His hands fumbled to the ground, looking for something that could help him.

After a few seconds, his hand felt a stone the size of a fist. Freya looked at the man who was still staring at her sharply while smiling cunningly.

"You ready to die?" said the man as he prepared to pull the trigger.

Freya did not answer, but she quickly threw the stone. And on target, his throw hit the man's forehead until it bled.

The man's reflexes were angry, he growled annoyed while preparing to shoot Freya.

And dooooorrr.....!!

The man fell helpless, apparently Jordan shot him.

"You okay, Fre?" jordan asked as she approached Freya, and helped her get up.

"Sorry I let you down" Freya replied with a bow.

Then he led Freya, and brought her back.

"Aren't you angry?" ask Freya carefully. Somehow he was very nervous, and scared when dealing with Jordan.

"Of course not. I'm sure in the future you'll be better. I see a very strong will in you" Jordan replied firmly.

Freya silently smiled. Ahh such praise, why can make his heart flutter. But there's no way Freya likes Jordan. The man was too tall for him to reach.

Not long after, they got home. Freya immediately sat down on the sofa, and Jordan picked up an ointment for her.

"Give me your hand" Jordan said as he sat next to Freya.

Freya said, she stretched out her hand. Jordan immediately grabbed it, and smeared it with ointment. There was a bruise on his hand, as a result of a blow from the man earlier. Freya's heart was pounding again, Jordan's hand touch felt very warm on the skin of his hand. His cheeks also began to blush, ahh hopefully Jordan did not see it.

"Is there anything else?" jordan asked, looking at Freya.

Ahh it turns out that Jordan can be attentive as well, plus his gaze, really makes Freya's heart melt.

Jordan asked for another wound, actually on his back, but was he not ashamed, if he had to undress in front of Jordan.

"Fre!" call Jordan.

"Nothing, just this." Freya answered lying.

"Oh good, now rest, then your hands will improve" Jordan said as he moved from his seat.

"Thank you, you helped me today. If only there had been no you, maybe now I'd be dead" Freya said before Jordan stepped away.

Jordan turned his head with a smile, "we're Fre's comrades, no need to thank. Now I'm helping you, but maybe someday you'll help me" Jordan said.

"You're a really great guy Jordan, do you still need my help?" freya asked with a sweet smile.

"In my world anything can happen Fre. Maybe I'm great now, but that doesn't mean I'll never get lost. In my life death is common. Maybe now I can still stand up straight, but I also don't know, until when I can live," Jordan said as he looked at Freya.

"Is the mafia world that sadistic?" ask Freya slowly.

"You think?" jordan asked back, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know." Freya's murmured barely audible.

"Being a mafia must be ready to kill, and be killed. Everyone is competing to be the strongest. The higher you are, the more people who want to kill you. And if you stay down, everyone will insult you, step on you, and in the end your life will be worthless. Basically we should all be prepared with death, and death." Jordan said it explained.

Freya was stunned to hear Jordan's explanation. Well with a life like this, it feels very close to death. Everyone has their own death line. But if his days were to play with death, it was not impossible if his death line would be accelerated.

But not the death that Freya actually feared. But more precisely, loss.

He is ready to die at any time, but he is not ready if left for dead by those around him. Enough father, and only his mother left him, no one else.

Their loss had already incised quite a deep wound, and had already destroyed his life enough.

"Are you sorry Fre?" jordan asked as he saw Freya speechless, and pondered.

"No." Freya replied while shaking her head.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?" ask Jordan again.

Freya shook her head again, "no. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of loss. For that promise to keep it all right, Jordan." Freya answered while patting Jordan on the shoulder.

Then Freya stepped towards her room, leaving Jordan still silent in her place.

Seriate......