Freda's POV

I took a deep breath as I leaned against the wall of the bathroom, placing my palm on my forehead, and cleaning the sweat that dripped down my face. I exhaled rapidly as I could not understand why Hardin had decided to treat me in such a way. I hated this feeling and I cursed the day I met him. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm my racing heart. Everything played in my head like a movie and I could not help but sob. This is not the life I planned for. I thought.

Being stuck with a Mafia Lord because of a one-night...