She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 902:

“Goddamn it!” their leader snarled, clutching his bleeding wrist. “Grab that woman!”

Kristian’s eyes darkened with fury, but before he could call in the hidden bodyguards, he watched Freya leap into action, confronting the men head-on.

Four against one—and she was winning.

Watching them crumble under her strikes, Kristian was stunned. Then slowly, a smile curved on his lips. That was Freya for you. Freya landed a powerful kick that sent the last man flying.

With a crash, he slammed into a mound of debris, groaning and clearly unable to continue.

The criminals could only gape, mentally cursing—where the hell had this woman come from, and how was she this damn skilled?

“Do you have backup nearby?” Freya asked Kristian once the men were down for the count.

Kristian, realizing his plan had spiraled far out of his control, didn’t lie. “Yeah.”

“Tell them to take these bastards to the police.” Freya wasn’t about to let fugitives like these slip away—not when they were on the most wanted list.

“Got it.” Kristian gave the signal.

The hidden bodyguards emerged from the shadows. One of them shot Freya a look of admiration before moving in to restrain the criminals.noveldrama

As they were dragged off, the criminals screamed and protested in vain. Kristian didn’t spare them a glance. His entire focus stayed locked on Freya.

“You almost got yourself killed back there,” Freya said as she worked on untying him.

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She had seen the blade slash across his neck. If she hadn’t stepped in when she did, the consequences would’ve been unthinkable.

He truly didn’t care about his own life. Now, she was standing close, too close.

Kristian caught the faint scent that clung to her and, just for a moment, it eased something in him. His voice softened. “I know.”

“Are you even aware of how recklessly you’re behaving right now?” Freya’s voice trembled with disbelief, her mind struggling to grasp the purpose behind Kristian’s actions.

Kristian didn’t acknowledge her concern. Instead, he stubbornly hurled a question of his own. “If that man had killed me just now, would you have mourned me?”

Freya’s hand froze midair, the rope in her grip turning limp. She couldn’t fathom why he would ask such a thing out of nowhere.

“Would you remember me for the rest of your life?” Kristian’s voice came again, persistent and low.

“As long as I’m here, nothing will ever happen to you,” Freya replied, carefully sidestepping the question. “If I weren’t confident I could handle them on my own, I would have chosen to stabilize you first.” The reason she hadn’t answered was simple—she had been confident in her own ability to deal with those criminals alone.

Disappointed by her response, Kristian’s eyes darkened, shadowed by something unspoken.

Freya turned her face away, missing the shift in his gaze. She tossed the rope aside and looked down at him. “I’ve found you now. Let’s go home.”

“This game’s not over yet,” Kristian murmured, his tone like a low growl.

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