Freya opened the door, allowing the men outside to enter. All of them were armed, unaware of what they would find inside. Freya stood by the door, next to the man.
" What do you think you're doing, Alan?" The man said." Put your weapons down. There's just a woman here. No enemy."
The man reprimanded his men, causing them to lower their weapons. Freya held one arm around her own body, and with the other, she held onto the collar of her robe, unable to deny that she was scared. Unlike the hospital, in her house, she was alone, and no one would see if they killed her there.
" I apologize. My men need better manners and training," he apologized, trying to reassure Freya.
Freya nodded, accepting his apology.
" I saw blood bags thrown over there. Did you do a transfusion on me?" The man asked, intrigued.
" You had lost a lot of blood and needed it. I had my blood stored in case of an emergency, so I had to use it, " Freya replied, worried that the man would feel offended by having her blood used on him.
The man approached Freya, raising an eyebrow. " So now, I have your blood running through my veins, doctor? Can we say we have made a blood pact?" He finished speaking and winked.
Freya swallowed hard and looked away from the man. They moved away from the door and headed towards the couch. The man asked for his gun, and Freya pointed to the table in the corner. Alan grabbed the gun and put it away. The man put on his shoes and looked at Freya one more time.
" As for the medical expenses, I would like you to give me your account details to deposit the amount," the man said , patting his pants in search of his phone.
" You don't owe me anything. I didn't do this for some fees. I'm a doctor, and I swore to save lives , regardless of who it was, and I have done just that. Also, if you're looking for your phone, it's charging right over there," Freya replied firmly, staring at the man. She didn't want anything to do with them, so she clearly didn't want to receive any payments from them.
" Well then, how can I thank you, Doctor... We haven't properly introduced ourselves. I'm Hendrik, Hendrik Falken," Hendrik said, extending his hand to Freya.
Freya couldn't help but shake Hendrik's hand. She introduced herself, "I'm Freya. The last name doesn't matter."
At that moment, she was worried. In a single night, she met two Mafia's from the most dangerous families in the city, and to make matters worse, it wasn't news that they're sworn enemies. If it wasn't bad luck, she didn't know what it was.
Hendrik asked Alan for a card and handed it to Freya.
" This is my card, Freya. Call me if you need anything. You saved my life, so from today henceforth, I owe you one. "
Freya took the card, looking at the number. She had no intention of calling, but it was better not to say that. She just wanted Hendrik to leave as soon as possible.
Hendrik told his men to leave and wait in the car. They all left immediately, and Hendrik approached Freya. He looked into Freya's eyes and spoke satisfactorily.
" Thank you. I want you to know that whatever I just said, I truly meant it. I owe you one. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. If anyone threatens you, whatever the reason, I will be there in the blink of an eye."
Hendrik took Freya's hand and kissed it. He smirked and turned to leave the house. Freya felt her heart race as Hendrik said those words, looking into her eyes and kissing her hand like that.
No one had ever said something like that before that they would come immediately if she needed them. Freya shook her head, regaining her senses. She couldn't let herself be carried away by needs, even though the man was damn attractive, seductive, and very powerful. That was just out of gratitude.
Freya ran to the door, closing it and looking through the peephole to make sure they had already left. They were just getting into the car. Freya pressed the button, closing the gate before they could change their minds and come back.
She was exhausted, barely realizing that she had fallen asleep like that next to Hendrik. Freya headed towards the bedroom to sleep. She closed the curtains and flopped onto the bed, just wanting to sleep and forget the worst night of her life.
Hendrik got into the car, followed by Alan. He hadn't even closed the door properly, and Hendrik was already giving orders.
" Get in touch with Konrad . I want all the information about Freya, from her identity number to how many times she drinks water. Don't let anything slip, I want it as soon as possible," he ordered, and Alan looked slightly intrigued but signalled that he would do it.
" I want someone watching her. If the Krieger's find out that I was saved by her. They could hurt her. If you see someone lurking around her, whether at her house or work, let me know."
Hendrik gritted his teeth, a look of hatred crossing his face as he remembered Tobias and how he was betrayed by Rico.
" Find that imbecile Rico and bring him to me alive. His betrayal won't go unpunished."
Alan and another man exchanged glances. They knew Hendrik valued loyalty, hated betrayals and deceit, and they could only imagine that he was furious. They didn't know what he might do when he encountered Rico again.
Hendrik had met Rico at one of his nightclubs. Rico seemed to be the naive and inexperienced type. Slowly, he gained Hendrik's trust until he reached his bed.
Hendrik took care of and protected Rico, as he reported that he only had one boyfriend in his life, and it was an abusive relationship. However, after 2 years, he was stabbed by Rico, who had set up an ambush with Tobias to kill him.
He found out later that day that Rico was having an affair with Tobias and that it had been a move to deceive Hendrik. Rico was shot during the exchange of gunfire, and he didn't know if he was alive or not, but if he was, it wouldn't be for much longer. Hendrik was definitely going to kill him.