Love thy Enemies

Nights With The King Of Hearts

"Kyna? Baby wake up." his hand gently shakes me. I groan and sink further into the sheets.

"Let. Me. Die." I say as I smile at the extreme comfort of the bed. Last night over dinner and a Netflix marathon on anime he confessed how easy it was to pin me down. I shrugged and slapped his shoulder. He pulled me on top of his lap and paused the show.

"You're going to tell me word for word or even a simple description of what Jack did, or I'm going to put a bullet through his skull and send him six feet under."

"How many people have you put on permanent rest Val?" I whispered into his ear as he began hardening beneath me.

"About twenty bodies. Most were assasins, others were betrayal." he smirks against my neck and sinks a kiss into the nape of it.

"Are you going to kill me too?" I sighed sweetly at the thought of feeling cold.

"I don't kill women and children." he said coldly.

"Oh Roméo." my reprise on point. My nails clawes lightly at his smooth, sharp and sexually appealing jawline.

"Oui Juliette?" that French accent that comes so natural to him could make any girls panties the ocean. His fingers grazed up my spine eliciting a response I hadn't known was capable.

"Qu'est que ce l'amour?" he takes my hand and places a kiss on it whilst staring me dead in the soul. Translation: what is love.

"Je t'aime Kyna." his words hold truth in all of his deceptions. Translation: I love you.

"Je t'ai entendu." I smiled as I got up from his lap. Or at least attempted to. Translation: I heard you.

"Alright come on. Spill." he says holding my hands to his chest.

"Remember when I told you that I'll never set foot in Manhattan ever again?"

"You said hell would sooner rather freeze over before you even thought about it." he stifles a laugh before he contunes in a prompting tone.

"Right, the same time when my brother walked in on us at the hospital. I recall yes."

"There's a much bigger reason why. It's where it all happened. Where he... Yeah that. So I uh. I-it was a misunderstanding-" I said quickly. I'd always told myself it was that so I could move on. I lied to myself for a reason I never knew.

"No it wasn't. He knew what be was doing." he said colder than his tone before. His arm was now around my waist.

"He said he was sorry!" I said.

"That doesn't make it right." he said slowly to me.

"He can't take it back, what's done is done." my breathing was ranging out of my control.

"Did you at least go to the police?" he asked me and I already knew I was in for a lecture.

"No. Nobody knows about that night in Manhattan."

"Why?"

"I was scared he was going to make it seem like I was a crazy woman who should have known her place as a one-night. He had the money to make it disappear. So instead of ending things with him. I stayed with him even when I was unhappy. I strived in hopes that he'd change and that this was a once off mistake. He never touched me again like that ever since that night. Sometimes-" my voice quivers and my throat feels alight. His hands rub my back as I look upwards to stop the tears, but they tumble out of my eyes in boulders.

"Sometimes I thought it was my fault." I whispered weakly.

"But you know that isn't the case right?" his arms encircled me in a soothing manner.

"I wish I knew it sooner."

The next two nights at Valentino's place were calming. He made sure to never overstep any boundaries and made sure I was comfortable whilst I was there. On the first night after our talk a message came to his house. He came up from the gym, all sweaty and smelly. I stared at him with frank intrest as he opened the fridge and took out a pitcher filled with water. I was playing music by Phora. He looked at me wiggling his eyebrows. I smiled as I began singing along.

"Take me to the moon.
I wanna be in the stars
Take me, send me
Into orbit."

"I'm going home tomorrow night." his smile dropped from his face instantly into a serious look.

"I'm coming with you." he announced.

"I think the fuck not." my hand was on my hip as I snapped my fingers in his face.

"You think I'd let you be vulnerable with a mad man in the same city as you?" I took a step back and sarcastically laughed in his face.

"He's in hospital, and take that back. He's not a mad man!" I claimed pointing a finger in his defined chest.

"Stop making excuses for him!" he said setting the glass down on the counter top with a little too much force that it fractured. Cracks rose up in the glass like the cracks all over my fragile heart.

"Val, I'm not making excuses for him." I yelled. I didn't know it until his voice was slightly raised too before he controlled it quickly.

"Then tell the authorities baby." he said holding me by my arms in his hands.

"I can't-" I saud failing to look him in the eyes. He sighed softly and kissed my forehead.

"Then I'm talking matters into my own hands Kyna." he turned to leave and I grabbed his arm.

"You can't be fighting my battles for me Val-" I said as I realized how unfair it was on him.

"Then do the right thing Kyna." silence dawned in the glorious kitchen.

For a moment I remained silent. I couldn't think of anything else to say. He turned around and said to me over his shoulder.

"You're staying here and that's final."

"That's not your place to decide!"

"It is if I want you safe!" he says grabbing my hands. I pull my hands away and move towards to door.

"Don't turn your back on me!" he spins me  around and does the unthinkable. He dips my body and kisses ne the same way he did the first time he told me his occupation. He the proceeded to picking me up in his well defined arms in bridal style carry and takes me upstairs to his bedroom.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself baby. You must get justice. If not for anyone else he could have hurt at least do it for you baby girl." I didn't want to admit it but he was right. I couldn't keep running away from the truth. That night in Manhattan happened. Yes I drew the line but I should have went farther with it.

It was clear. Tomorrow morning when we got back to my home town I needed to draw the line once more.