Love thy Enemies

One More Time

Be careful about who you trust.
For the ones that you open up to, may leave you opened up.

Its been two days since Pierre's escape. My husband has been on edge ever since and has avoided talking to me about his distress. Antonio came to collect the twins on the second day. On the third day my husband snapped and sent Belle and Vince to the safe house in Venice, Italy. They would be staying under fake names and identities, whilst he continued to chase after Pierre. On the way to the car I told the chauffer to go ahead without me, I'd catch up in another car. I turned and looked at the palace from the outside. I walked into his basement as he was holding a meeting with very intimidating looking men. They were big bodied and had very gruff facial expressions. All of them were dressed in identical black and white shirt suits. They were the type to have no issue killing a man if they were in the way. The room silenced as one his men got up and walked over to me. He tried to grab me to remove me from the scene.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her, Raphael." Val said and he backed away from me and returned to his seat. When my husband set his eyes on me his aura darkened much more. He got up from his seat and his second in command took over the meeting.

"Informali sulle nuove informazioni su Pierre, mentre io mi occupo di questo." (Brief them on the new information about Pierre, whilst I handle this.) he said in Italian and Giovanni nodded. He took my hand in his and we walked out of the room. More like I stumbled after him as quickly as I could in my heels, trying to catch up with his masterful long strides.

"Why are you still in Paris?" he gritted through his teeth. He was practically growling at me. His eyes were dark and cold. The way his hands were on me was reminiscent of the way Jack used to hold me when he was upset and he would take out his frustrations on me.

"Val you're hurting me." I say and he takes his hands off me.

"I'm so sick of the secrets and lies, I want to know what's going on?"I said as I rubbed my arms.

"What's going on is, I'm trying to protect you, but you're not letting me do that for you. "

"You're not protecting me. You're. You're pushing me away. There's a difference."

"Personally I don't see the difference. Now stop with this tantrum and get that ass of yours to Venice right this instant."

"I refuse."

"Gio will personally take you there."

"Valentino look at me."

"I don't have time for this." he says turning his back on me.

"VALENTINO VERSACE-VERSAILLES, DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ANOTHER STEP!" I yelled and he came back up to me, taking me in his arms much more gently than before.

"Kyna, listen to me." he says as his hands wrapped around my wrists.

"No, no, no-" I said pulling my wrists out of his hands.

"If you're in Venice -" he starts and takes my hands.

"No, no, no-" I heaved and pulled those out of his grasp too.

"I know you're safe." he said pulling me into his frame.

"No, no, no-" I said my hands grabbing a fistful of his shirt and clawing at him with my nails.