Freya's eyes slowly opened as she sniffed. She felt as though she was in a car, because it was moving. She looked around as she noticed she was in a plane, she wasn't surprised or rather she was too sad to care.
"W-why?" She muttered, she didn't noticed the masked man beside her, so she just laid there crying.
"You should stop crying, it's not as bad as it seems" A voice from beside her made her seat up as she turned to meet a pair of cold silver eyes. She frowned but she didn't stop crying.
"What would you know and who are you? Why are you doing all this to me? I've never offended one human being before and I get this!" Freya cried out as she stood up from the bed, going to stand in a corner.
She didn't know who this man was but she didn't want to know. She saw her parents being brutally murdered in front of her, and now she had no idea where she is being taken to.
"Your father caused this, he took a huge loan for me and promised me you in return. You've always been mine from the start, you just didn't know" The masked man said, jumping off the bed as he walked out of the room.
Freya took in a deep breath, finding it difficult to breath as she slammed her fists in her chest.
He sold me. She had thought he had changed to some extent but her father, the man who gave birth to her, had the audacity to sell her.
"I hope you rots in jail" she smiled sadly as she fell to the floor, she buried her face in her palms as she cried.
That feeling she once felt when her mother died came back. It suffocated her, as if threatening to cut off her life, she took in deep breaths trying to control it.
"H-help!" She tried to scream but it was stuck in her throat. She stood up slowly as she walkee to the door, banging her hands on it as she noticed it was locked.
She bent over, placing her hand on her knees as she cried. She coughed out a mouthful of blood as she saw the blood on the floor, her sobs became louder.
"Help, help me! Please!" Freya said as she fell on the floor loosing consciousness.
The masked men heard the bang on the floor and stopped talking to the pilot as he rushed back into the room where he had left the girl. Seeing her unconscious on the floor with blood on her shirt, he frowned.
"Colt, stop the plane at the nearest hospital, asap" he said as he bent down lifting Freya into his arms. "If you think death can do us part, then you must be joking Mon Cherie"
The masked man whispered as he carried her out of the room.
Aurelius De Santos, the ruthless and untouchable Mafia King of Milan. Mysterious, Cold and calculating. He was known for his brutal and unforgivable nature, he is a man with good looks that made head turn wherever he stepped his foot. (Aka the masked man).
He stood in front of the doctor who had just finished running a test on Freya. Aurelius rolled a small dagger between his fingers as he waited for the doctor to speak.
"Can't you speak or should I help you with that?" Aurelius said as the doctor swallowed.
"She has a a rare condition that's similar to a panic attack but she tends to cough out blood. We don't have a cure now but we have drugs that can help you control it, I'd advise not to trigger it too often so she doesn't slip into coma or die" the doctor said, his voice trembling. Aurelius frowned as he nodded slowly.
"Get the drugs she needs and sign the papers for her discharge" Aurelius said as the doctor nodded running to the pharmacy.
Aurelius had no idea she had such a condition, he looked at his eyes in the mirror loving the new mask on. He walked away from the spot he had been standing, going to the ward were his young bride was being kept.
Bride? Fuck! They weren't even married and he was already used to the word bride. He smirked behind his mask as he unlocked the door of Freya's ward. As he stepped in, his eyes slowly met that of her dark chestnut eyes, they had tears in them as she stared at him.
"Who are you? And why am I here?" She asked him, about to step out of bed but she felt her head spin making her stay back in bed.
"You don't need to know who I am, you can call me Aurelius. Your husband" He said as Freya stared at him as if he was mad.
A chuckled erupted from her lips as she bursted into a fit of laughter.
"Husband? Do you see a ring on my finger? Did we walk into the church and say those freaking rights?" Freya said as she pointed to her fingers that had a ring.
The ring had a small blue diamond that was shaped into a dolphin.
"You were saying? This is just a token to let you know you're mine, as for those rights, it'll be done soon" Aurelius took slow and taunting steps towards her.
His shoes clicking on the marbled floors as he stood beside Freya's hospital bed. Leaning toward her as he stared into her eyes.
Freya's breath got hitched by the sudden closeness, Aurelius pinched her chin with his hand pulling her face closer and to face him.
"W-what are you doing?" Freya asked as she pushed against Aurelius chest but he didn't budge, he just stared at her lips, running his lower tongue over his.
"What do you think I'm doing, amour?" He asked but Freya couldn't talk...she was caught of guard when he slammed his lips on her, making her eyes widen.