Jake is dead

Freda’s POV

“Why did you agree for me to see her” I asked curiously as the car came to a stop, Hardin came down from the car ignoring my question, I followed him from behind and asked again. “Are you really taking me to her?”

“Do you want to see your best friend or not?” Hardin said, answering my question with a question. I could tell he didn't have time for my nonsense.

“Yes I want to see her, I just want to know if there is a price” I replied calmly, this was the first time Hardin was granting my request without much persuasion, I needed to be sure he didn't have another motive.

“There is no price, Freda,” he said as he stopped and waited for me to catch up, “Even if there is a price, it's something your body can pay for” he turned to look at me as his lips curved into a smile.

I looked away angrily when I realized what he meant, but I couldn't deny the excitement I was feeling between my legs. I hate that he makes me feel this way without even trying.

As we walked into the dimly li