Desired By Two Mafias

"Some exes deserve to be stoned to death." Well, you can't blame her for thinking that.

Freya was already tired from standing long hours during surgery. It was exhausting all the effort, pressure, and stress involved in trying to save something such as human breath. Especially when it has to do with her sharing the theatre with her ex and his newfound girlfriend. Wilhelm was standing close to his new girlfriend, Ingrid.

She is an excellent doctor and profound surgeon. No matter how hard she tried to change hospitals to avoid meeting Wilhelm, her ex-boyfriend who was also a doctor here and now his parading through the corridors with his girlfriend, who works here and is also a doctor.

However, she changed her mind when her colleagues begged her to stay, especially her best friend Anika.

After several hours of standing performing surgery, it finally came to an end.

" Proceed with suturing," she said to her assistant.

She handed over the suturing part to a team member and wished to get out of there as soon as possible. She left the operating room soon after to meet with the patient's relatives.

"The operation was a success. Everything went as planned, and there were no complications. He'll need some time to wake up, but so far, everything looks good. You can see him soon, but for now, he needs to rest. I'll have the nurse update you on the next steps."

After informing them, she bid farewell to the family, She saw Wilhelm and Ingrid also leaving the theatre. He politely waved to the patient's family and headed to another room to change clothes.

She followed behind them and discreetly observed the smiles they exchanged and occasional touches to each other arms. She wondered why she tortured herself as much by doing that.

" What is keeping you so engrossed in watching them? are you a jealous observer?" She heard the voice of her best friend, Anika, who snapped her out of her thoughts.

Her being confused could only mutter, "What?"

Anika approached her and explained, smiling, "You may come off as a jealous observer. Why do you keep watching those two, huh?"

"I don't know,Anika, I can't help it. it's like I'm always drawn to him."

" If you were homosexual my friend, I would volunteer to make you forget about him completely, I mean, look at me. I'm sexy enough, got big boobs and all. Perhaps you might change your mind. Do you know what you need? Find a muscular young, handsome man with broad shoulders, chiselled abs, you know to forget about that idiot Wilhelm quickly," Anika said bluntly, trying all possible ways to help her get over Wilhelm

She just shook her head smiling and once again glanced at the two as they turned, remembering Wilhelm's words.

"I tried, but you're too passive for me. And I don't just mean in bed-it's who you are. You're always so obedient, so careful. You never act on impulse, never push back. And I'm different-I crave someone with a firm hand, someone who challenges me, someone who takes what they want. You're an incredible woman, truly, but you're not the kind of woman I see myself spending my life with. There's no point in staying together just to avoid hurting you. That's not fair to either of us. Let's just end this. I need to think about myself too."

Wilhelm's voice when he left her that day at her house after the discovery of betrayal still echoed in her mind. Was I that predictable? Too obedient and perhaps too idle on bed? Was not liking to take risks a bad thing?

She was eager to change her clothes and go home. Her shift had ended, and she just wanted to go home and take a soak in a bathtub. She said goodbye to Anika and went to the locker room, where she changed clothes, them returned to her office to collect her belongings before leaving. it was already midnight, and she had performed several surgeries that day. As she headed towards the reception area, she noticed an unusual commotion.

She heard screams and noticed that some armed men had entered the facility, bringing with them injured men. They pointed a gun at Anika and asked where the doctor was.

"I'm a doctor," she said, drawing the attention of the men and pulling them away from her friend. She was apprehensive but couldn't show her fear.

One of them approached, pointing a gun at her and ordering her to save the Injured 's life who was in front of her, while she struggled to remain calm. The man in front of her requested that other doctors be brought . At that moment, Wilhelm and his girlfriend also appeared at the scene, drawn by the noises perhaps, and had guns pointed at them.

She didn't even want to talk to them, but she had no choice.

"Take care of these patients, while I attend to the other," she said to Wilhelm and his girlfriend, then turning to the armed man, she added, Take the others wherever these doctors indicate and you follow me."

She acted quickly , without waiting for questions from the man in front of her. She turned and began to walk ahead of them, realizing the man was following her.

" Put him on the stretcher," she ordered, grabbing some gloves to examine the patient while the other armed men watched from the room.

She opened the shirt of the man lying down on a stretcher with scissors. He was a young man, probably the same age as her if not older, and his body was covered with tattoos. The patient was conscious and seemed to be in a great deal of pain.

"The bullet didn't go through much deeper, I need to remove it. it would be better to take him to the theatre."

The man on the stretcher looked at her strangely and immediately responded," Doctor, I don't need to be anesthesized. Just take the damn bullet out of me right here and now. it's not the first time I can handle it."

She was surprised to hear what the man said. She doubted there was anyone brave enough not to want to work anesthesized and go through a painful procedure while conscious.

" Well, if you say so, but I have to warn you, it's going to hurt a lot." she still tried to convince him.

The armed men who were standing nearby approached closer and spoke directly, "We can't risk someone finding us and him being unconscious. it's pretty dangerous, so just go ahead with your job doctor, remove the bullet, and don't you dare let him die." he said, finishing the sentence close to her ear.

She had sworn to save lives, and it didn't matter if it was that of a criminal; it was still a life. She handed the man a towel to bite on when the pain became unbearable.

She gathered everything she needed, cut open the man's shirt, and began to clean the injury to locate the bullet. Then, she used tweezers to try and remove the projectile, which was lodged in the left shoulder and hadn't hit any vital points.

"Well, hold him down so he doesn't interfere with the process," she told the hard looking man who had brought him.

She continued the procedure for a few minutes until she managed to extract the bullet. She carried out all the necessary procedures and gave instructions for the dressing. With the help of his subordinate, the man on the stretcher sat up and faced her, placing a hand on her face.

" I'm forever in your debt, I won't forget what you did for me today, doctor and I certainly won't forget this gorgeous face, even with the mask on," he said giving a wink, despite being in pain. Then, he stood up with assistance, asked where he could find the other wounded men, and left the room, leaving her paralyzed with fear.

" Please.. please.. please, you don't need to remember my face," she prayed within herself.

She removed her gloves and mask, trying to calm her accelerated heartbeat caused by adrenaline. She didn't know what was happening in the other room , and she was worried about the other people in the hospital. Although she didn't want to admit it, her greatest concern was Wilhelm.

She left the room and headed towards the direction of the others. She could hear raised voices, and the man who previously had a gun pointed at me now held Wilhelm by the collar. She guessed that the other man hadn't survived. Wilhelm tried to intervene but was pushed by one of the other armed men.

" Judging by the state of his clothes, I imagine it wasn't just one bullet. He must have lost a lot of blood before coming here. If the bullet hit a viral organ, it would be difficult to save him," she explained..

She intervened, drawing unwarranted attention from the man she had previously treated. The man turned to her and approached.

" Do you have trust in his skills, doctor? " The man asked the question and turned to face the man who was still being held.

Internally, she felt satisfied at seeing him being intimidated, but she knew she couldn't let the situation become too dangerous. She was aware that those men could kill him right there, and she didn't want to be responsible for that. She stared at the man and then looked at Wilhelm.

" Yes, I trust him," she said confidently without wavering.

The thug in front of her stared at her again and smiled.

" Well, if you say so, doctor, I will consider it a coincidence."

" Please do," she uttered.

He turned to his men, ordering them to release Wilhelm's girlfriend, and instructed others to take care of the deceased man and the injured man to be removed from the hospital. Then, he turned back to her.

" My name is Tobias Krieger. Maybe you've heard my last name before. And yours, doctor?"

She swallowed hard and looked away.

"My name is Freya."

Tobias smiled and turned, leaving with his men. slowly, the employees and patients began to move. Some were crying, and others wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

She pressed her forehead, feeling a slight headache settling in. She needed to go home and rest. She gathered her things and, this time, exited through the back, heading towards the parking lot.

Driving in the early hours of the morning. She observed the deserted streets. it was past two in the morning, and her only wish was to get home quickly. She thought about the name mentioned by the man at the hospital and remembered having heard of the Krieger last name before. She knew it belonged to a powerful mafia family in the country.

She feared that treating the son of the Krieger family's boss could bring trouble.

She arrived in front of her house and pressed the button on the remote control.

Before moving the car again, she heard a thud on the window. She looked startled and saw an armed man.

" What the hell is happening this morning? Wasn't what happened at the hospital enough, and now I'm being robbed," she complained.

The man made a gesture with his gun, indicating for her to roll down the window. She obeyed like a scared cat, not wanting to risk doing anything that could result in a shootout.

She noticed that the man's hand was bloody, and the other hand held his abdomen.

" I need to get inside your house. If you don't want anything bad to happen. Drive in slowly and close the gate," the armed man said.

She was beyond perplexed. She thought he wanted to take the car. "Why does he need to get into my house?" She thought as she obeyed and slowly drove in, closing the gate. She looked in the rearview mirror and noticed that the man who had been shot. She thought she should do the same as she did at the hospital to try to save her own life but also the man's life. After all, she was a doctor and couldn't run away from that responsibility.

She waited for the man to approach the car with difficulty.

" Get off. We need to go inside. I need you to do me a favour."

She imagined that the man would ask her to help with the injury. She got out of the car, and the man in front of her almost fell. Her reflexes were faster, and she held onto the man, getting his face close to hers. She couldn't maintain eye contact and looked down at the man's abdomen.

"Put the gun away and put your arm around my neck. I'm a doctor, and I can get you treated. I won't do anything against you. If this injury isn't treated at the earliest, it could be fatal. You're losing too much blood. "

The man looked at her incredulously, probably thinking about how lucky he was to have approached a doctor, and she was reflected. Carefully, she opened the back door and grabbed her medical bag from the back seat, under the watchful eye of the man standing beside her. Then, she walked towards the door and heard a groan from the man. She turned around and realized that the man was about to faint she acted quickly, holding onto him and putting her arm around him. With this movement, she couldn't avoid their faces being closer again, more than ever.

They both looked at each other intensely, but she couldn't maintain eye contact with those eyes. She quickly looked away and continued to hold onto the man.

"Du hast wunderschöne Augen ( you have beautiful eyes)," the man said, catching her attention once again.

" Let's go inside. You're losing too much blood, and I can't risk anyone dying on my corridor. " She replied, adjusting the man's body next to mine and guiding him towards the door even though he was heavy.

She wouldn't even put that bloodied man on her bed so she placed him on the sofa; the leather sofa would be easier to clean.

It wasn't easy to support him all the way here and at no point did he let go of the gun in his hand.

"Lie down, I'll get everything I need to treat your wound. Just stay still "

As someone who desired to have things under control, she had everything she would need in her house Incase of an emergency, from anesthesia and the rest. Her preventive measures were deemed paranoid, but in that moment, it only confirmed that she was right to have it all in her house.

She brought out everything she needed, moved some things out of the way, and laid down a plastic sheet near the sofa, in case the injured man's blood splattered on the floor. She sterilized everything and began my work.

"I'm going to open your shirt, try not to move any more from now on."

The man made a slight eye movement, as if in confirmation. He had no more strength. He had lost a lot of blood and needed an immediate transfusion. The hand in which she needed to transfix the blood still held the gun.

"Can I put your gun away for the main time? I need to do an improvised transfusion and you can't keep holding it. If you don't trust me, then switch hands, please."

She asked politely and amiably. She wasn't foolish enough to confront that armed dying man. The man looked at her with nearly closed eyes and handed the gun to her. She took the gun clumsily and put it on the floor. The man tried to say something but passed out before he could; She had to hurry, the blood pressure was dropping rapidly, and that wasn't good.

" You need to hold on," she said, even though he couldn't hear her.

Sweat was already dripping down his face. In that position and without all the necessary equipment, it was even more tense to continue. She was already on the second blood bag. My blood type was O-, so she knew she was a universal donor, but in that moment, she had no way to get another one and couldn't be wicked at that point, even knowing that he was probably a criminal, or God knows what.

After suturing, covering the wounded area, and checking his vitals again, she could finally stop to observe the man. His abdominal muscles were well defined, a few strands of his hair beginning to grow on his chest. His face was handsome, some strands of his blonde hair falling onto his forehead and he had a scar close to his ear. The scar even gave him a certain charm. She started to observe the details of that beautiful and virile man on my sofa. She bit the corner of her lip without realizing it until she realized what she was doing.

" Don't let your desires take over, focus, Freya, focus."

She spoke to herself in order to try to concentrate. She started to think about what she would do with that man there and who she could call. Someone should be looking for him. His family or his boss, anyone.

She rummaged through his pocket for a phone and found one,but it was dead.. luckily it was the same model as her's, so her charger would work.

She was tired. After checking on the patient again, she plugged his phone in to charge and went to take a shower. That early hours of the morning had been exhausting, her whole routine disrupted by a gang fight; first armed men at the hospital, then at herbapartment. She finished that well-deserved shower and checked the battery level to see how much it had charged. She turned on the phone in the hopes that someone would call him.

She continued drying her hair and went to check his blood pressure again. She didn't have the needed equipment to keep him connected, so she would have to check consistently. The transfusion had already been done but the Intravenous fluids were still with him. There were painkillers and antiinflammatories in that intravenous fluid, which would help a lot.

His body's blood had already been cleaned, and all the things were cleared from the living room. She sat on a cushion near the stranger, and when the time for the new inspection came, she would be close by.

Her exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she fell asleep right there. Her arms was on the couch and her head rested on it. The man next to her woke up, trying to recognize where he was and what the situation was. When he saw Freya sleeping beside him, he rembered and lifted his head slightly. He saw that his injury had been treated and bandaged, he wasn't dead, and it was thanks to the woman in front of him.

Freya's sleep was so deep that she didn't wake up when the man moved on to the couch. The man stared at her, lying there awkwardly. He brushed a strand of hair from Freya's forehead and mentally noted the delicate features of the woman who saved his life. The robe she wore was slightly open at the top, revealing smooth and fair skin. He found her very sexy.

The man turned his head back and looked at the ceiling, imagining how beautiful that skin would look, slightly reddened from bites and kisses. He shook his head and took a deep breath. This was not the time to think dirty thoughts. Probably, the lady was in a relationship, and his recent experience with love brought him these chaos.

There were more pressing matters to deal with at the moment. He had to deal with the betrayal he had suffered and needed to contact his men.

He searched his pockets, but his phone wasn't there. If it was turned off, his men wouldn't be able to track his location; probably, the lady took it out of his pocket. He tried to make an effort to get up, but the pain prevented him. If he tried to turn to support himself, he would probably wake up the lady; she seemed tired, and her sleeping there was quite cute too.

As he thought about how to get up without waking her, he heard the doorbell ringing. He closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. She felt the man's movement on the couch, and the noise of the visitor woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him heading towards the door.

Freya looked at the clock, and it was already pass four in the morning." Who could it be at this hour?" She wondered. She looked at the electric panel and saw some men on suits standing outside the gate. Freya became apprehensive and pressed the intercom.

" Yes, who is it?"

A man who was closer to the intercom approached.

"We've come to pick up our boss."

Freya wondered how they knew that the man was there, but remembered that she turned on the cell phone hoping that someone would call which could have allowed them to track down his location.

Freya didn't know if she could trust and open the door. What if they weren't his men? What if they were the guys who shot him? And if they killed him right there? A lot of questions ran through her mind, and she had a startle when she heard a strong and firm voice next to her ear.

" Those are my men."

Freya was startled and turned quickly, leaning against the wall near the intercom panel. Her heart rate was accelerated when she saw the man standing In front of her and so close. The man leaned his face a little closer and looked at the panel again. His face was now very close to Freya's, who was still looking without knowing what to do.

The man stared at Freya's up close and spoke again.

" Hello, they're my men. Could you please open the gate?"

Freya was somewhat paralyzed with those black eyes staring at her. She cleared her throat, looked the other way, and nodded. Then she turned around, and the man stepped back a little, allowing her to use the intercom.

She pressed a button, and the gate opened. She returned her gaze, looking at the man in front of her. The man approached Freya, took both hands and pulled her robe to cover it properly, covering her half exposed breast.

As he fixed it, he made sure that his finger brushed against the bare soft skin there, being covered. Freya trembled slightly as she felt the other's finger gliding over her skin. She looked at him again, and the man In front of her returned the gaze, smirking, and spoke.

" I don't want my men to see you exposed like this. This was a momentary indulgence just for me."

Freya looked at him even more incredulous at what she just heard.

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 doesn'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 signaled 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.

Tobias was anxious to know about Hendrik's whereabouts.

" Find that 'Drecskerl', search which hospital he is in or which alley he died. Just find him, damnit! If he's alive, he must be weak, as he must have lost a lot of blood. It'll be easier to finish the job. Don't leave Rico alone at the clinic. Even though it's ours, we can't afford any risks."

Tobias wanted to prove to his father that he could handle the family business. This task had to be finished quickly and successfully. He touched his shoulder where he had been hit by a bullet.

He remembered Hendrik and the hatred between them, but at the same time, he remembered Freya while undergoing treatment. Tobias smirked and called his 'Unterboss'

" Find out more about that doctor, the days she works, where she lives. I want a complete report. Those 'Schöne Augen' are stuck in my head."

Freya woke up well past noon and still felt tired. Maybe all that change in her routine had stressed her too much. She took a shower and decided to eat out, she needed to breathe some fresh air and get away from there for a while. Every time she passed the living room, she could see Hendrik lying on the couch. She wanted to forget about the whole hospital experience as well as her own house.

Freya looked through the intercom's screen and the external cameras to make sure no one was waiting there. She locked the doors, got into the car, and opened the gate ,still with a racing heart. She headed towards the avenue and didn't notice a motorcycle parked near her house. As soon as Freya left, the motorcycle started following her from a distance.

" Sir, the doctor has left the house, " the man on the motorcycle said.

"Alright, follow her from a distance and don't let her notice she's being followed. Don't get close or interfere, unless necessary. If Krieger's men show up, let me know immediately."

Hendrik ended the call and focused his attention again on the doctor in front of him. He was in a private clinic that they used when they got injured. He has to recover as quickly as possible from that wound. The doctor said that, even though it was improvised, the work was well done, and he recovered fast, but he couldn't exert himself too much.

Unaware that she was being followed, Freya headed to the restaurant she used to go. After sitting down, she saw a couple at the front table and immediately regretted going to that place. That was where she asked Wilhelm to be her boyfriend and where they always went to eat or celebrate something. She needed to find another place that didn't bring back memories of her ex.

Outside, the man who was following her reported to Hendrik where Freya was. That was one of the Falken's family restaurants. Hendrik smiled and told him to keep following. Hendrik called the restaurant and instructed them not to charge Freya for the meal, gave her full description, and asked them to come up with some promotional stuff or whatever.

Freya enjoyed the meal while looking at the view. She still found herself thinking about the events of the night, the fear she felt at the hospital, the way Hendrik held her robe so his men wouldn't see her exposed skin.

As she thought about the event of the previous night, her lips unconsciously curled up. Realizing she was smiling, she cleared her throat and looked around. There was no reason to smile at that gesture from Hendrik, after all, she wouldn't see that man again.

Freya asked for the bill, and the waiter informed her that it had already been paid for.

As a regular customer, she was taking advantage of a promotion.

Freya didn't find it strange and thanked them before leaving the restaurant. She was close to the mall and decided to stop by there. She looked at some shop window, bought a few things, and then decided to head back home.

Arriving at the parking lot, Freya went towards her car. She saw a sports car approaching and parking near her.

Freya felt apprehensive for a moment and saw a man getting out of the car. He was dressed elegantly, with the blazer thrown over his shoulder, sunglasses, and a cigarette in his hands.

Tobias approached Freya with a smile, and Freya took some steps back.

"If it isn't my dearest Dr. Freya. So, doctor, how have you been?" Freya looked around at the other men before responding. She tried to maintain the same calmness she had at the hospital.

" As you can see, I'm fine. Looks like you're recovering quite well."

" I have you to thank for that, doctor. Since we're here, could you join me for a coffee?"

Freya thought carefully before replying, "I'm sorry, but let's do that some other time. I have some things to take care of before returning to my shift."

Freya bid farewell and made her way to the car. Tobias's companion, who had been aggressive at the hospital, stepped forward but was stopped by Tobias, who gave him a stern look.

"Feisty, huh? But mark my words, doctor, I'll make you mine." Tobias smiled and got into the car, driving off to park elsewhere.

Freya got into the car and ran her hand over her face, trying to calm herself. She pondered if it would always be like this, having to meet with gangsters all the time. That feeling of no longer being in control was eating her up inside.

In another part of the city, Hendrik had already received the news of Freya's meeting with Tobias, which intrigued and worried him. Had Tobias found out that she had helped him, or did they already know each other? Hendrik called Konrad again.

" Find out how Tobias knows the doctor you're investigating. I want that information by today." That information bothered him in such a way that he didn't even understand why.