Loving The Mafia

Chapter 2

Blue Creek Forest

Freya just wanted a calming run.

Jae just wanted a peaceful night alone.

Yet here they were.

Freya was not a fool, she knew when she was in danger and when she needed to shimmy her ass out of a situation but at that moment, it was like time had stopped and she was glued to the spot.

Whether it was because of fear or the stranger's terrifyingly captivating looks and an aura that screamed danger. She had no clue.

Jae didn't even spare a glance at the person next to him, waiting for them to scurry away in fear, yet......

He slowly turned his head to the side to look at the strange girl blankly. Freya honestly forgot how to breath.

Jae continued to stare at the time looking girl waiting for her to realise that her life was on the line and she had to run as far as her feet could carry her, but she continued to stare at him with wild thoughts flowing through her head.

Jae grabbed his gun and in one swift motion, he was on his feet glaring down at the girl.

"Why are you still here?" A deathly monotone voice reverberated through Freya's eardrums and all she could think about was: Damn he's so hot
Instead of: "fuck, I need to get out of here!"

There were only two people who knew about Freya's secret spot, which was Freya and Papa John.

Papa John was a widowed old man who lived somewhere in the forest. He usually came here to paint or for his weekly fishing.

So Freya was not just gonna stand there and let a complete stranger rivalry her in her own territory. over her dead body.

She swallowed her fear and looked straight into the man's dark eyes crammed with dark intentions. "Excuse you mister, but you can't just-" She quickly shut her trap when the man held her at gunpoint.

"Trust me senórita, you don't want to finish that sentence" Jae said threateningly.

"I'm not trigger happy right now but I will not hesitate to blow your pretty little face off" He spat viciously, features no longer expressionless but rather something that would haunt Freya's nightmares for while.

She didn't waste a single second as she ran away, not even bothering to look back.

It was gonna be a long while before she came back to the creek.