Love thy Enemies

The Truth

His words ring in my mind and I'm not sure what to believe anymore.

Everything was fine until he said that I should be careful around the Versailles and Versace twins. So I decided. I wanted to hear it from him. I wanted him to be the one to say it. He may not owe me anything but I want him to say it to my face that he's everything I want nothing to do with. Everything I feared. Everything I read all about but knew deep down I'd never be strong enough to handle. I would have called him but I never got his phone number. I can't even email him because I don't have his email address. I don't have anyway to communicate with him unless of course I try my friend, but that's selfish. She's married to someone who she doesn't know and now she has a whole baby by this man. What the hell is it that me and my frineds get ourselves into? I've only got two options. One I ask for Valentino's personal handel from my friend so I can call him and scream up a storm or option two where I'll fly back to Italy just to grab him by the balls and demand the truth from him.

I pack a small suitcase of essentials and I book the first plane out to Sicily, Italy. When I arrived on the Italian soil I made my way back to katlego's mansion. I called at the gate and she opened the door for me.

"I need to speak to your husband." I said when I got inside and turned to her. She knew me so well and already pieced it together that I was about to start a fight with someone.

"I'll go get Antonio whilst the housekeep will show you to the patio." she says and she goes upstairs to find her husband. I can barely keep calm with my anxiety running around wild in the frame of my mind. I hadn't waited too long before they came down stairs in matching outfit colour pallet and he sat on the chair opposite mine and his wife stood not exactly behind him but by his right and slightly behind the chair.

"Well it's a little too soon for the baby to have guests come over now isn't it?" Antonio says as he asserts his dominance in his chair.

"I know who you are Antonio Versailles. And I know exactly what you and your brother did." I say as I stare at him dead in his ice blue eyes. The ones that match perfectly with Valentino's own.

"And whatever do you mean?" he asks. Kat doesn't even seem remotely phased by my accusation. She just stands there beside him and yet he is a liar. He's lying to her square in the face and not even batting an eye.

"This is no time to play pretense Antonio Versailles! I already know the truth, I knew something was off the minute I met Valentino. No way two friends look alike that much. Especially the fact that you and Valentino share such striking resemblances it's uncanny. So you made a decision, you'd keep your distance and lie to my friend about who you are and faked your last name."

"Well well well mon amour. You caught us. Didn't think you'd be this smart to figure it out but I underestimated you."

"Valentino!" I gasped as his hands touched my shoulders from behind my seat.

"Apologies. Am I interrupting anything important?" he asks his family who shakes their head. I get up from my seat and face the man before me. A man who I allowed to kiss me the entirety of my stay here.

"You no good, scoundrel, itty bitty, lying ass, low life son of a-" I hadn't finished my sling of insults when his lips came crashing down onto mine. His arms pulled me into his embrace as my arms wrapped around his neck and rested on his shoulders. With ease he lifts me off the ground and his arms encircle my waist. It was exhilarating all at once. Yes he did it to silence me, but my word it felt so much better this way than it ever had in any way I've had before. Something about it being a French-Italian man kissing the ever living daylights out of me is more pleasing and memorable than it could ever be if it were an English man. He pulls away and I'm dazed out of my mind as to why I even came here for. He sets me on the ground and I stagger in my heels slightly before he holds me.