Chapter 9 Wanting To Escape
- Freda's POV
- Everything seemed to pause immediately after I realized what I had done. Everyone gasped as they looked at us. Hardin tilted his head to look around the whole place, gesturing to everyone that they could continue their activities, while I lowered my head as I was embarrassed. I heaved a sigh in fear as his words reverberated in my mind. My heart raced faster, and my heart pounded hard as I stood in front of him. My hands trembled gently as fear washed over me.
- How the hell did I end up with a mafia lord after just a nightstand? I could not get my head around it. He brought out his handkerchief and wiped my mouth with it. I closed my eyes slowly as I could not get his words off my mind. He was a Mafia Lord. I thought. That explains his luxurious and exotic lifestyle. I then understood why he told me he referred to himself as the law, and why he said he could get anything he desired.