When Broken Souls Collide

Final Agreements

I walk out of the bathroom with my toothbrush in my mouth and look towards Chris that still remains in the same position as last night. Last night I tried to wake him from his slumber but nothing seemed to work. I never knew someone could snore that loud, at times it panicked me because he would go from snoring to suddenly making no noise. It was as if he was holding his breath in his sleep. A few times last night I had to go over and check his heartbeat just to be on the safe side. I pick up one of the pillows that Chris thrown on the floor and launch it at him, hitting him directly in the eyes causing his sunglasses to lift up and dig into his eyebrows.

"What the hell was that for?" Chris turns over on his side with a groan and grabs the pillow that I just thrown towards him. He positions the pillow under his head," Five more minutes."

"You have until I'm finished," I manage to say as I continue to hold the toothbrush in my mouth.

"Yeah, whatever you just said," Chris says with another groan.

Walking back into the bathroom, I grab the pile of clothes I left on the arm of the couch and walk into the bathroom. I spit the tooth paste into the sink and look up into the mirror above and stare at my reflection. My brown eyes stare back at me and my dark chocolate hair is currently all frizzy. My gaze travels down to examine my body. Scar after scar. All rather from missions or from my father. All the times he would pin me down and throw punch after punch at me. His silver rings leaving marks on my skin as he tells me how disappointed he is in me.

" Why can't you be like Samuel?"

" You're a disappointment to this family."

" You was a mistake, you was never wanted."

" You sure you want to eat that?"

My father was always had something to say about my appearance and at times I would try to critique them just to please him. In hope that I would go a day without a beaten. He would purposely wait until Xavier or Daniel wasn't around just so he could cause harm to me. My eyes go towards my hairline, to the far left of my hairline was a faint little brown mark from where my father hit me with a beer bottle after our enemy invaded his small cottage in Germany.

"You almost done in there, Amore?" Chris says from behind the door.

" Yeah, just give me a minute sleepy." I call out before frantically grabbing my clothes and dressing.

~OOO~

"He knows we're here. It's dangerous we can't just stay." Chris looks down at me. I look towards him and lean back on the headboard on the bed.

" He doesn't know our exact location, Chris." I try to reassure him

"Where was you suppose to go?" Chris sits himself down in front of me on the bed as he puts his hand through his wet hair.

" The plan was I get here then call Daniel then he would tell me where to go."

"Well that's a shit plan, your father has killed him for all we know." Chris looks at me with a broken expression, his eyes glossy. His sunglasses off allow me to study his features more. A strong jawline with a little bit of stubble and his grey and amber eyes staring fondly into mine.

"Then what's your plan, Amore?" I mock him and cross my arms over my chest.

"I could kill him," he suggests with an wide innocent smile as he leans slightly closer.
"No Chris it's far too risky." I say quickly before he can get any other ideas.

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" His smile grows wider as if he hopes it could persuade me.

"No, Christopher." I say more firmly this time round.

"Seriously? I said fucking please how much more nicer can I be?" His expression of happiness soon vanishes in an instant revealing his frustration. "Well you're Valentina Bernard, a student at one of best academies in Venice. And you study Self Defence and business. Exactly what Blake Hendrix studies."

"What are you implying Chris?" I ask.

" I'm implying that you should go to the academy and befriend Blake-"

" I killed his uncle and you want me to be friends with him?!"

" I'm saying, make it seem as if you're going along with the mission so your father will leave you alone. Then once you gain Blake's trust tell him everything, but don't tell him you were the one that killed his father. Blame me, I can deal with him and if I need back up I'll call Jeremy or Antonio."

"But-"

" No 'buts' Mi Amore, your life is currently on the line and I can't risk you dying right now. So you're going to follow my plan, play by my rules. That's how we survive and get through this. And when the times right we'll go back for Wayne and make sure he has a slow, painful and torturous death." He takes in a deep breath before continuing, "What do you say, Pearl? Ready for this?

" Yeah I can't wait to beat his ass."