#min älskade

[sim3on]

OSCAR ZIA???? I HJÄRTDANSEN AV ALLA JÄVLA MOMENT

[michaelnordeman]

Keiko. Värmland, Sweden (August 14, 2014).

[tjurenfrangubbangen]

@wikiraze wrote

HAHAHA Jag är faktiskt helt oskyldig till den där beskrivningen mvh Admin av Vintergatan Wikin

Jag när admin till vintergatan wikin hittar min tumblr:

Hoppas ingen blir ledsen över att jag finner karaktärsbeskrivningarna dråpliga ibland

Först av allt: Jag står i stor tacksamhetsskuld till hen som sköter Vintergatan fanwikin. Hen gör mitt liv som vintergatan-fan avsevärt lättare och jag uppskattar hen mycket!

MEN karaktärsbeskrivningarna är ibland lite för mycket

[d0d0-b0i]

om ni inte kommer ihåg honom, prata inte med mig för fan 😤🤚

[shiroselia]

KISS ME I’M SKÅNSK

IKONISKT

[the-government-man]

Det går över, det går över, det går aldrig över

[diagnosedaskiwi]

finding the EXACT storybook recordings i had on cassette as a kid on spotify is like finding my own personal little treasure chest

[littlehenrikehd]

En av mina kompisar hade en termos med sig till gymnasiemässan i tvåan, där vi båda var representanter för vår skola, och istället för att svara när jag frågade om det var kaffe höll han ut den till mig för att smaka. Det var fisljummen whiskey.

Swede here. When I was 15-18 there was a girl in my class who had one of those huge handbags. It had boxed wine in it. All the time. To school. Once she and her friends were late for school on a Wednesday and they came directly from the club

my soul sister

[gunnerfc]

🎄WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 19 - Stina Blackstenius🎄

Stina Blackstenius x Reader (Arsenal & USWNT) | WC: 751

Dec. 19 prompt - getting snowed in

-> all translations from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were excited to be spending Christmas in Sweden with Stina and her family, having spent the last Christmas in America with your family. The two of you have spent the past two days packing, wanting to make sure you didn’t forget anything essential or anyone’s presents.

You planned to leave for the airport in the morning, wanting to arrive in Sweden a few days before the holiday to have more time to spend in the country. With packing done and bags by the door ready to go bright and early, you and your blonde girlfriend both exhausted from running around all day decided to go to bed a bit earlier, opting to get as much sleep as possible.

It was around 6:30 am when your alarm went off, signaling it was time for you to get up. With a tired groan, you reached for your phone, trying to turn the annoying alarm off. You smiled down at your sleeping girlfriend, hating to have to wake her up.

You lifted your hand to move a piece of blonde hair from her face, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on her forehead before whispering her name a few times. Your smile grew as you watched her eyes finally flutter open.

“god morgon min älskade (good morning, my love),” you whispered, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“god morgon älskling (good morning, darling),” Stina whispered back, sitting up to give you a quick kiss.

The blonde sat up fully to stretch her arms before getting up to go get ready for your day of travel. You watched her the whole time, You're sure you looked like the human version of the heart eyes emoji. When the bathroom door closed, you picked up your phone to double-check your check-in time at the airport. Instead of a flight confirmation, you were met with a cancelation, the reason saying “weather-related cancelation.”

With wide eyes, you shot up from your bed, moving to look out the window. Pulling back the curtains that kept the light out, you were now looking at the ground heavily coated in snow and it continuously falling from the sky with no sign of stopping.

“Babe!” you shouted, eyes still wide in shock over the amount of snow that had fallen while you were asleep. You had checked the weather the night before, not seeing anything about potential snowfall. The bathroom door flew open, your girlfriend’s eyes just as wide as yours.

“Vad?! (what?!)” Stina’s voice full of concern.

“I don’t think we’re going to Sweden,” you mumbled, eyes still trained on the white-covered yard.

You heard your girlfriend mutter a quiet “what” as she walked to the window, coming face to face with the snow. You held up your phone to show her the cancellation of your flights. These fights were found last minute and with no idea of when the snow would be melting, you doubted you would be spending Christmas in Sweden after all.

As you watched your girlfriend’s eyes scan your phone, you saw her bite her lip in an effort to stop tears from forming in her eyes. You pulled the phone from her hands, tossing it on the bed and pulling the blonde into your arms.

“Jag är ledsen, älskling. (I’m sorry, darling/babe.)” you said softly, knowing how much Stina was looking forward to going home for the holidays with you.

Stina pulled away from your body, giving you a small smile and a whispered “it’s okay.”

The Swede moved to get her phone from where it was plugged up on her nightstand, leaving the bedroom to call her family to let them know about the change of plans. You could hear the sadness in her voice as she spoke over the phone. You might not have been able to go to Sweden for Christmas but you were determined to bring ‘Christmas in Sweden’ to London.

You spent the rest of the day googling different Christmas traditions and even texted your other two Swedish Arsenal teammates to get their opinions. You spent the rest of the days leading up to Christmas making sure that your girlfriend felt at home as much as possible. And when Christmas morning rolled around, you made sure to get up first to video call Stina’s family. It wasn't the same as actually being in Sweden but Stina was grateful for the effort you put in to cheer her up. The two of you could always go next year.

[huggybearhughes43]

Drunk love confessions with Elias please 🙏🏻 maybe he says some stuff in Swedish and reader asks him what it means the next morning and it leaves him blushing cause it was such a simping phrase

Moonlight

Elias Pettersson x Fem! Reader

Warnings- fluff

Summary- during a fundraiser party, Elias finds himself drunkly slipping up to the reader.

Word count- 349

The breeze flowed through my hair as I sat on the balcony with a drink in my hands. I worked with the Canucks as their photographer and it was amazing. Right now I was forced to be in a fundraising party, but it got too crowded which is how I found myself here. I took a sip of my drink every so often as I stare down at the streets of Vancouver.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening behind me. I look back to see an obviously drunk Elias walk through it. He stumbles with a drink in his hands over to stand next to me. I giggle, “had a lot to drink, hm?” “Just a little” he slurs and pinches his fingers to show me. We go quiet as I look up at the peaceful night sky, enjoying his quiet presence.

I don’t realize he was staring at me until he speaks up, “dina ögon ser så vackra ut i månskenet, min älskade. Jag önskar att du kunde vara min.” he whispers and I look over at him. “What?” I smile and he just shakes his head, “nothing, nevermind.” I don’t pay any mind as my eyes drift back to the moon. The day winds down and people begin to leave the party. I was sure Elias was going to regret getting drunk tomorrow when he was going to be forced to practice.

When I walk through the front doors of the rink in the early morning, I’m greeted by Elias. I smile at him and mumble a “good morning” that he returns. We walk along each other towards the rink when I speak up, “are you ever going to tell me what you said last night?” I nudge his shoulder and his face goes red, a smile creeping on my face at the reaction. He clears his throat and finally speaks, “I just said that your eyes looked beautiful in the moonlight.” He whispers. “That’s all?” I ask softly and he nods, “that’s all.”

I stop and look up at him with a smile, “thank you.”

[amphibianaday]

dag 1274

slagborr min älskade

[svenskjavel]

Jag ska vara röstmottagare i EU-valet och fick kolla på instruktionsfilmer med exempelklipp inför uppdraget. Partierna man kan rösta på i exempelklippen? Bardvalarna, Initiativet Narvalarna, Partiet Kaskelotterna, Späckhuggare för Europa, och Tumlarpartiet. Det var så vackert.

Späckhuggare för Europa, min älskade

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Grattis på födelsedagen Wille🎂💜

Thank you for being a character I so much relate to. Thank you for being anxiety portrayed in such a beautiful way. Thank you for being unapologetic queer love. Thank you for making me feel seen in a way I hadn’t before.

I know you’re fictional but, like, thanks for existing in some universe.

Grattis på födelsedagen min älskade, jag hoppas denna dag ger dig lika mycket lycka och glädje som du ger till mig. 💜

[tameable50]

transhaj min älskade

[philomenie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

Hitman!Jolly - Part 1

CN murder, violence, sex, organized crime, blood, angst, 18+

@jilliemiw86 @nojoyontheburn @reyadawn @dsireland86

NINE

Jolly looks around, but there is no one else to be seen, not even any surveillance cameras nearby. Good, he thinks to himself grimly. His mind races as to what to do next.

“Liv, käraste!” he whispers urgently, ”WHERE is your car?”

Olivia looks at him trembling, “Wha....what?” she stutters, still in shock.

“Your car, älskade, where did you park?” he asks her gently again.

“Umm....” she swallows, trying to remember, ”I.... I..... um, there....” trembling, she points in the direction of the parking space.

“Good....” Jolly nods resolutely, lifts her up and carries her in the direction she was pointing. Olivia hangs like a cut puppet in his arms, her face pressed into his chest, sobbing out over and over again.

These bastards will ALL pay for this, Jolly thinks to himself vengefully.

“This one?” inquires Jolly as he reaches her car.

“Hmm” Olivia nods quietly.

“Your keys... where are they?” he now wants to know from her.

“They... fell down as..... as.....” she cries.

“It's all right, I'll find them!” Jolly tries to comfort her, ”Can you stand?”

Olivia shrugs her shoulders helplessly, “I don't know!” she swallows.

“Ok, I'll put you down on the floor, yeah?” Jolly explains gently.

Olivia nods silently and Jolly carefully slides her down to the floor so that she can lean against the car.

As he gets up again, Olivia clings to him in panic.

“It's all right, I'm not going anywhere!” he promises her.

She nods again, her eyes wide with terror.

Jolly's hatred for these assholes, for the whole Russian mafia, is boundless right now.

He silently searches for Olivia's car keys and luckily finds them quickly, unlocks the car, opens the passenger door and lifts Olivia in.

“Min Liv, listen!” he explains seriously, ”I'll be right back, I have to get my car... I can't just leave those guys lying around like that.....”

Panic rushes through Olivia's body at his words, “NO!” she howls and clutches at him

“Shhhh, min Liv, you don't need to be afraid anymore.... I'll be right back... but I have to make sure the bodies disappear!” he declares again.

“Please!” whines Olivia, unable to let go of him.

Jolly thinks feverishly. He can't take Olivia with him in this state. Everyone would immediately notice that something was wrong. FUCK!!!

Jolly loosens her grip slightly and reaches for one of his pistols, unlocking the safety.

“Älskade, listen, I'll leave you my gun here. You're not defenseless with it. Lock the door, I'll hurry, I swear to you!” he looks at her urgently.

Olivia looks wide-eyed at the gun, then at Jolly, as if she is only now seeing him properly. Her eyes flit over the new injuries on his face and the bandage on his upper arm, making her even paler.

Jolly, who has noticed this, swallows hard, “Everything will be all right....” he whispers harshly.

Olivia nods as if in a trance as Jolly hands her the gun, “It's unlocked, ready to fire, do you hear me? All you have to do is aim and pull the trigger,” he tells her urgently.

Again Olivia nods dazedly, blinks several times, then looks at him, “WHO are you?!?” she chokes out.

FUCK, Jolly closes his eyes, he's been dreading this question the whole time and he knows he owes her the truth.

“Later, min Liv, I'll explain everything later, but let's get out of here first!” he presses out.

Olivia nods again, then breathes in and out deeply and tightens up a little.

“I love you!” Jolly leans over and kisses her on the forehead, “Lock up, don't open anyone until I get back here! I'm hurrying!” and with those words Jolly slams the car door shut, makes sure Olivia locks the car from the inside and then hurries back to the bodies, pulls his sweat jacket back on, runs into the stairwell, runs down the steps into the street. He looks around inconspicuously before continuing on his way to the side street where he parked.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.... It was going so well at first... the deal with Doi... and now this.... FUCK, it hammers in his head.

With a petrified expression, he gets into his car and drives off to the parking garage, knowing that he has to hurry.

When he reaches the fifth floor, he parks in front of the alcove where these bastards are lying, gets out and opens the trunk.

One by one, Jolly heaves the heavy, lifeless bodies into the trunk, where Artur's body is already lying, and slams the trunk lid shut again, parking his car so that the blood is not immediately visible.

He takes his personal belongings out of his car and locks up.

At a measured pace, but with his heart racing, which he only now realizes, he walks back to Olivia, making sure he is in her field of vision so that she is not startled when he suddenly appears next to her.

When she sees him, she immediately unlocks her car and Jolly slips into the driver's seat.

Before he can say anything, she wraps her arms around him and sobs again.

“It's all right now...” he mumbles softly into her hair, throws his things into the rear footwell and takes the car key from her hand, putting it in the ignition.

“Let's get out of here!” he declares gently. Olivia, who then lets go of him and sits up in her seat, nods at him tearfully.

Clenching his jaw, Jolly steers the car out of the parking garage, his gaze falling again and again to Olivia, who is clutching his arm and hand in an iron grip, constantly sobbing.

This must NEVER happen again, it echoes through his head. Damn, it only happened because he was careless.... Actually, it only happened because he's a fucking mafia hitman, it runs through his head and he turns cold as ice.

Jolly looks back up at Olivia, who seems to have calmed down a bit, at least she's not sobbing her heart out anymore, just clinging to him silently with her eyes closed.

FUCK.... I'm going to lose her.... She'll never understand.... Jolly feels sick to his stomach at the thought. And if he doesn't, he tries to get his hopes up, because losing Olivia is now the worst thing ever for him.

For the first time in a very, very long time, Jolly is scared again, really scared, terrified of losing the most important thing in his life again, Liv and her love for him.

When he parks the car in the parking garage of her apartment building and turns off the engine, Olivia is startled and looks around in panic.

“It's all right, min Liv, we're in our parking garage!” Jolly immediately reassures her.

“Hmm,” Olivia nods, but doesn't let go of him.

“Let's go upstairs!” he suggests gently.

“I..... I can't move!” she swallows quietly.

Jolly nods, knowing that Olivia is still in shock, what she has just been through is too much, far too much and he is to blame.

“It's ok, min Liv!” he tenderly brushes a curl from her face, ”I'm carrying you!”

As he lifts her out of the car, he lets out a short gasp as his ribs resent the twisting movement and painfully come back to him.

Olivia looks at him in shock and Jolly smiles to reassure her, kissing her on the forehead, “It's okay!” he whispers and carries her to the elevator.

When they arrive at their floor, Jolly takes Olivia to her apartment and lays her down on the couch.

Olivia clutches his neck, “Don't leave me alone....” she cries out again, “Please, don't leave me alone!”

“Never!” whispers Jolly and sits down next to her, pulling her onto his lap and Olivia curls up on it, her arms wrapped tightly around him, her hands clawed into his top. She trembles again.

Jolly soothingly strokes her hair and back again and again, murmuring soft caresses in Swedish, rocking her back and forth. At some point, her iron grip eases and she relaxes a little.

With her eyes closed and an exhausted expression on her face, she now lies in Jolly's arms.

“WHO are you.....” she whispers wanly, ”WHO were those guys... what did they want from me.... They knew you... you knew them too.....”

Jolly has to swallow, “Yes” he croaks, “I knew them and they knew me!”

“WHO are you?” Olivia looks up, seeking Jolly's gaze, “Please.... Just tell me the truth! And why are you hurt again?” shaken, she gently strokes the band-aid on his temple, ”WHAT happened?! And why did you know exactly what to do.... I mean you just killed those guys.... Like that's all you do!”

“I....” Jolly has to clear his throat, “I don't know how to explain this to you...” he swallows, “I'm afraid!” he presses out, “Afraid that you'll hate me, loathe me.... That you want me to leave, to disappear from your life....” the words die on his lips.

“Joakim, you're scaring the shit out of me right now....” Olivia's breathing has quickened.

“I don't want that, min Liv, you're the most important person in my life..... I.... God, how am I supposed to tell you the truth?” he swallows desperately.

Olivia sits up, cups his face with her hands, “Please, just say it.....”

Jolly searches her gaze, nods, “I.... I work for the Russian mafia......” he whispers harshly and sees Olivia's eyes widen again in shock, looking at him, stunned.

“What?” she breathes almost tonelessly.

Jolly closes his eyes, nodding, “I work for the Russian mafia... I kill people for the fucking Russian mafia! That's what I do.... I'm a killer, Liv, a murderer!”

“No.....” Olivia looks at Jolly in panic, jumps up, stands in front of him breathing frantically, ‘NO!’ she screams and tears run down her cheeks, ”No, it's not true.... Say it's not true!!!”

“I wish it was......” gulps Jolly, ”But it's the truth... I'm a murderer for the Russian mafia!”

Olivia presses her hand in front of her mouth and backs away, almost falling over her coffee table and only saved from a certain fall by Jolly's courageous grab for her, who jumped up.

“DON'T TOUCH ME!” Olivia shrieks and Jolly instantly lets go of her. He stands in front of her, shaken and desperate, not knowing what to do.

“Shall I go?” he asks tonelessly.

Olivia looks at him wildly, “I thought I knew you..... that.... I... Oh God.... I would never have guessed.....” she presses out, ”How can you do something like that? Just kill people?” she looks at him, stunned.

Jolly just shrugs his shoulders, “I don't know.... I've stopped questioning it...why I can do it.... I've learned to be able to.....”

“HOW???” cries Olivia, ”I mean, HOW do you join the Russian mafia?! How can you choose a life like that?”

Jolly looks at her bitterly, “Believe me, I didn't choose this, I didn't pick.... I was raised, drilled, forced to do this....”

“What?” stunned, she looks at him again, ”Explain that to me!”

“Why.... You hate me anyway....” he swallows.

“Because you owe it to me!” Olivia looks at him in horror.

“It doesn't matter.....” whispers Jolly, ”I am what I am.... A murderer.... and I can understand why you don't want me near you....I'll go and leave you alone!”

“NO.... No, Joakim, you're not making it that easy!” Olivia shakes her head, ”You're going to answer me, explain EVERYTHING to me!”

“Easy???” Jolly chokes out, ”EASY? You think I'm going to make this easy?”

“YES!!! YOU WILL JUST GO NOW, WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION! WITHOUT ANYTHING TO MAKE ME UNDERSTAND IT ANYWAY!” she screams at him, ”YOU DAMN WILL NOT DO THAT!”

Jolly looks at her breathing heavily, Olivia returns the look with flashing eyes.

“It's better if I leave...” he swallows.

“No!” resolutely Olivia shakes her head, ”You won't! I want to understand, I HAVE to understand! I just can't have been so wrong about you.... It just can't be.... Not in you!” she looks at him pleadingly, ”Please, Joakim.... Please explain it to me!”

“God Liv.....” he moans, torn. He knows it would be best for Olivia if he just left now, never to see her again, even if it would destroy him for good. But he just can't do it. This woman has completely enchanted him, shown him what it means to be loved, given him what he has always wanted, longed for. He simply cannot turn away from her....

Trembling, Olivia reaches for his hand, “Please!” she whispers once more.

Jolly doesn't think any further, but grabs her hand and pulls her to him, wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her hair. Olivia is frozen at first, but then her body softens and she snuggles up to him, wrapping her arms around his body too, resting her head against his, “I wasn't wrong about you!!!” she whispers, “You're not what you say you are..…”

“Yes I am, Liv.... I'm a killer, a fucking murderer who kills people for the fucking Russian fucking mafia!” swallows Jolly dully.

“But why?!” whispers Olivia, stunned.

“It.... It's a long story......” Jolly squeezes out.

“Then tell it to me...... explain it to me......” Olivia pleads again.

Jolly lifts his head, looks at Olivia desperately.

She lifts her hand and places it on his cheek, “Please!” she whispers.

Jolly nods, “Can we sit down?” he asks her quietly.

Olivia nods silently, Jolly lets go of her, except for her hand, and pulls her onto the couch with him.

Jolly jiggles his leg nervously, still holding her hand firmly in his, looking down at the floor, feeling Olivia's gaze at his back. Quietly, he begins to speak, “I told you my parents died.....” he whispers, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Olivia nod.

“Well, they died.... But it wasn't an accident... they were murdered... just like my big brother and little sister.....” he whispers harshly and hears Olivia gasp, feeling her warm hand on his shoulder, which relaxes him.

“I only survived because I was able to hide in time... My parents had a restaurant in Stockholm and Semjon, for whom I now practically work.... was the only guest in the restaurant that shitty evening because he proposed to his girlfriend... The fact that he was in Sweden at all is coincidence enough, Inga, his girlfriend at the time, now his wife, is Swedish... It's all a shitty coincidence....” Jolly explains bitterly.

“Semjon is who?” Olivia wants to know.

“Semjon Dimitrovich Volkov, the head of the Russian mafia here in America. Back then he was still a contender for the throne.... That's why there was an attack on him by his opponent and it happened in my parents' restaurant of all places... we kids were in the back room, as always when my parents didn't have babysitters for us.... I was only 6, Niclas was 9 and Linnea was just 2.....” he swallows.

“God, Joakim....” horrified, Olivia shakes her head, puts her arm around him and her head on his shoulder.

Jolly leans his head against hers and closes his eyes, continuing quietly, “At some point Semjon came back with his surviving men and that's when they found me and dragged me out of my hiding place... that's why I have the jagged, long scar on my back... some fucking metal thing cut my back in the process.....”

Olivia closes her eyes, barely able to hold back her tears.

“He just took me with him..... After he had sorted out the succession, we went to America.... I could barely speak a word of English back then!” Jolly laughs bitterly, ”I was put with one of his men until I was about 13... It was hard... I was tolerated because I was Semjon's protégé... but that was it. At least I wasn't mistreated, mostly ignored,” he says in a rough voice.

Olivia's tears are now running down her cheeks and she scoots closer to Jolly, pressing herself closer to him, at a loss for words.

“I had to learn quickly to be good at something, to be better than others.... Fighting, fistfighting wasn't my thing, but I was good at shooting... even when I was under 10, I was better at it than grown men.... Semjon soon picked up on that and I was drilled on it..... At 13, I ended up in an apartment with his other men. That's where I learned that everything is a struggle for survival.... No matter what... if I wanted to eat, I had to earn it, a bed to sleep in, a blanket.... I had to earn it.....” Jolly breaks off, the memories overwhelming him, which Olivia notices and looks up.

She gently strokes his cheek, “I'm so sorry!” she whispers, shaken.

Jolly shrugs his shoulder, “I was just trying to survive.... Then I was supposed to shoot the first person.... I couldn't, I puked from panic. Semjon beat me up terribly afterwards.... And every time, until I finally pulled the trigger.... Me.... I don't know... I didn't want to do it, but I did it anyway!” Jolly gasps, ”I should have let him kill me rather than become such a monster!”

Olivia's head snaps up, “You're not a monster!” she declares immediately.

Agonized, Jolly looks at her, “Then what?”

Olivia's gaze flutters across his face.

“Then what......” Jolly lowers his eyes in despair, staring at the floor.

Olivia swallows, “The man I love......” she breathes.

Jolly's head goes up in disbelief, then stares into her eyes, searching for confirmation of what she has just said.

Olivia's face is now streaming with tears, but she nods, “I love you!” she whispers again.

Jolly throws himself into her arms, clings to her and lets his tears run free, crying like he did as a little boy when his world was completely turned upside down. Crying out all his tension and fear.

Olivia holds him again with an iron grip, won't let him go. The truth about him has completely disturbed her, shocked her, but her feelings for him are still there... right now she feels how alone and desperate he is..... She is afraid of the consequences of her love, but she doesn't want to give him up, she doesn't want to lose him, she loves him too much for that.

Jolly is still lying in Olivia's arms with his eyes closed, pressing himself against her.

“How can you get out of this? You have to get out of there!” she whispers harshly.

“I'm in.....” he explains quietly.

“You can't go back there!” she says fearfully, ”You're hurt again.... What happened?”

“There was a fight.... Semjon got into a fight with the Yakuza and they freed their Cuban arms dealer, who Semjon had kidnapped,” Jolly explains.

“God.....” gasps Olivia.

“But this is my way out.....” Jolly straightens up, “Through the Yakuza... I tipped them off WHERE their arms dealer is and we have a deal.”

Olivia looks at him with wide eyes.

“Doi helps me start a new life in exchange for more information..... A new life, somewhere else.... Where no one knows me.... I'm free....” he explains urgently, ‘A new life with YOU!’ he adds in a whisper, not daring to look at Olivia any further.

Olivia takes his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her, “With me?!” she whispers softly.

“With you... only with you.... If you want to.... YOU are the reason for me to do this..... I'd still be lost without you..... I can't tell you how much you mean to me, just everything..... I love you, Liv, so much it hurts..... I want to go to sleep with you and wake up with you for the rest of my fucking life, because YOU are the only reason for me, you are MY reason, for everything.... YOU really saved me!” the words spill out of Jolly's mouth.

Olivia leans towards him, kisses him tenderly on his lips, “I want that too... to fall asleep with you and wake up again, to be by your side, you by mine.... Until we take our last breath.....” she then whispers.

Jolly pulls her close, kisses her, Olivia wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him close.

They both lie tightly embraced on the couch.

“The men.... Who were they?” Olivia wants to know quietly.

“Artur's henchmen!” sighs Jolly, ”Artur is, or rather was, the best friend and right hand man of Kolja, Semjon's only surviving son and successor.... And since Semjon is currently dying of a brain tumor, that will soon be the case.....”

“Was?” Olivia follows up.

“Hmm, I killed him.....” Jolly nods grimly.

“God Joakim....” moans Olivia.

“Semjon wants me as a right hand man for Kolja and he told Artur that today and he wasn't happy about it. He's hated me for a long time.... He then threatened me and told me that he had sent men to kidnap you..... that was his death sentence!” explains Jolly.

Olivia nods wordlessly, not quite sure how to cope with such a violent life.

“And that woman... I've been meaning to ask you that for a while... the blonde woman who came out of your apartment!” Olivia wants to know.

“Nadja.....” sighs Jolly, ”She's the daughter of Semjon's right hand man Oleg and also Semjon's goddaughter..... She and I.... Well, we're friends in a way.... We have a relationship of trust. She's about the only one I trust... not completely....” Jolly squirms, sensing Olivia's gaze, sighs again and adds ”And we've slept together regularly!”

“Hmm,” Olivia nods.

“Not since I've been with you, I swear!” Jolly hastens to say.

“That's what I want you to know!” growls Olivia softly, ”I want her to keep her hands off you!”

Jolly has to smile, “I love you.... Only you..... What I feel for you, I've never felt for anyone else... I thought I couldn't love, develop deep feelings for anyone else after all this.”

Olivia has to swallow, gently stroking his cheek, “I love you too!” she whispers and Jolly leans in to kiss her again.

“How are you going to get off now?!” sighs Olivia later.

“FUCK!” Jolly pulls up startled, he completely forgot he was going to ask Doi to sort this problem out for him because of his car full of dead bodies, “I need to call Doi!”

“Doi is who again?” Olivia wants to know.

“The crown prince of the Yakuza, Nobu Seiichi Doi. You probably know him!” explains Jolly.

“ME??” Olivia looks at him in shock, ”How am I supposed to know the crown prince of the Yakuza?”

“Well, I'm sure you know Noah Sebastian Davis, don't you?” Jolly raises his eyebrow questioningly.

“Yeah, but......” Olivia suddenly turns pale, “You're not telling me Davis is Doi?”

“Exactly that!” declares Jolly seriously.

“No.... That can't be.... Davis runs dozens of charity projects and just recently made a generous donation to the children's ward at our hospital.....” Olivia looks at him in bewilderment, whereupon Jolly just shrugs his shoulders.

“The successful businessman isn't just successful in one industry!” he explains sarcastically.

“I can't believe it....” gulps Olivia.

“It's so..... And with Doi and his connections, his money, I have a real chance of escaping all this..... That I no longer belong to Semjon or Kolja. I'm free!” Jolly nods.

“You belong to Semjon?” Olivia asks.

“Hmm, I'm a child of the organization, so to speak, and there are quite a few of them. Parentless children who are raised to be killers. We live and die for the mafia,” he explains harshly.

“It's all so unbelievable and so wrong!” Olivia gasps in shock.

“Yes, it is.....” nods Jolly, ”I have the organization's tattoo on my skin and Semjon's initials burned into my skin......”

“WHAT?? Branded???” Olivia looks at him, stunned.

“Hmm, under my right armpit, I just remember it hurt like shit. I was about 16 then.” growls Jolly.

“I......” Olivia has to swallow, doesn't know what to say, as she is more than shocked by it all, “I hate those people who did everything to you!” she whispers and strokes his face.

Jolly takes her hand, kisses it, “I wish I never had to see them all again in my life!” he sighs.

“Then do it, get out with Doi's help! Let's get away from here. I don't care where.... As long as we're together!” Olivia sits up and looks at him seriously, “I want a life with you!”

Jolly pulls her close, “Me too....” he whispers harshly.

“Then call him.... Sort it all out....” Olivia nods.

“Good!” declares Jolly and stands up, ”I just need to get my stuff from your car, I'll be right back!”

Olivia nods and throws her car keys at him, which he deftly catches, “I won't be long!” he assures her again before leaving.

Olivia looks after him. She is still in absolute chaos, but she is determined to fight for this man and for a life with him. She doesn't care about the price at the moment. Even if it means giving up her old life, her family, with whom she has hardly any contact after her mother died.

“Swede....” smiles Doi when Jolly calls him from his apartment, ”What can I do for you? Nicholas has assured me once again that you are a man of honor!”

“Hmm” grumbles Jolly, ”I need your help....”

“Yes.....” replies Doi stretched, ”We've been that far.”

“Not just been there.... I've got a trunk full of bodies that need to disappear, disappear never to be seen again!”

Doi chuckles, “You've been busy, it seems! Who were they?”

“Artur Below and two of his men...” replies Jolly.

“Artur? The little asshole who's been panting around your crown prince?” Doi wants to know, amused.

“Yes, that's right.....” growls Jolly.

“Why did you kill him?” asks Doi.

“What does that matter? Are you going to help me or not?” hisses Jolly impatiently.

“I'm just curious.... So....” Doi follows up, ”I want to know more about you... your views, motivations...”

Jolly takes a deep breath and exhales, “Below had me followed, we hated each other from the start.... When he found out from Volkov that I was to be Kolja's right-hand man, he snapped, threatened me and the woman I love... His death sentence!”

“I see!” nods Doi ”And his henchmen?”

“I took care of them when they attacked Liv.....” grumbles Jolly.

“Liv.... Your girlfriend, wife?” Doi follows up.

“Hmm” Jolly grumbles in agreement.

“Is she your reason for getting out?” Doi wants to know.

Jolly is slowly getting too much, “YES!” he growls.

“Hm, hm.....” nods Doi, ‘Now then, where's your car with the problems?” he then wants to know.

Jolly gives him the address and the parking space, “There should be blood there too!” he adds.

“That'll disappear too!” explains Doi, ”I'll arrange for an identical car with your license plate to be parked there so that nobody gets suspicious!”

“Thanks!” nods Jolly.

“You're welcome... but we should talk in private soon!” Doi explains seriously.

“I agree.... Tell me the time and place and I'll be there!” confirms Jolly, just as seriously.

“I'll let you know... Oh and best wishes from Nicholas!” he smiles before hanging up.

Jolly shakes his head, Doi is dangerous.... He has to be careful as hell not to jump out of the frying pan into the fire.

When Jolly goes back to Olivia's apartment, she is frantically tidying up.

He approaches her with furrowed eyebrows, “What are you doing?” he asks her gently.

“Um....” Olivia continues to straighten sofa cushions, not pausing, “I have to do something..... Otherwise I feel like I'm going crazy!”

Gently taking Olivia's hand, Jolly picks up the cushion she's holding and places it back on the couch, “Everything's going to be fine, min Liv, I swear!” he declares earnestly.

Olivia wheels around to face him, “I'm sorry.... I think I'm having a panic attack....” she swallows.

“I know....” Jolly nods and takes her carefully in his arms, pressing her against him, ‘I know!’ he murmurs and strokes her back.

“Damn....” Olivia wails, ”I thought I could handle it..... But it's a lot...... damn lot!”

Jolly closes his eyes, waiting for her to tell him to go....

“I'm fucking terrified!” cries Olivia, ”Especially that I'm going to lose you! It's just the fucking truth, what I told you earlier.... I want a life with you!!!”

Relieved, Jolly breathes out, “We will have that.... Liv, I swear to you, I will make it happen for us!”

“Please then don't go back to those people... to that Semjon, his men... Please!” pleads Olivia through tears.

“I'll have to... so as not to arouse suspicion... just now that I've killed Artur.... His disappearance will soon be noticed by Kolja...” Jolly explains gently.

“No... please...” sobs Olivia.

Jolly lifts her up, carries her into the bedroom and lies down in bed with her, pressing her against him and fishing for the comforter, pulling it over him and her.

Olivia clutches his top and sobs again.

“Don't be afraid, min Liv!” whispers Jolly tenderly, ”It's all right now! I'm with you.…”