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. “Are you okay, little one?” He asked rapidly as he placed a hand on my shoulder, raising his