Enemies

by Tijan

He had no idea what I went through because I knew him, because the wrong person found out I knew him. I was here because of that sick and twisted someone.

“I’m not Dust to you. That died a long time ago. My mom died, Stone! Your father fired mine so he didn’t have to pay the medical insurance and my mother died so your dad could keep more money in his pockets.”

“She’ll stay with me. I’ll drive her there.” I opened my mouth to argue, but no sound came out as Stone sent me a withering look. “All your shit’s already been moved.” Well. That shut me up.

“I don’t give a fuck. You want to know about the costs? There are none. Wanna know why?” His chest was rising up and down, his eyes almost going wild. “Because I fucking paid for everything. Hospital, too. No. Not my parents. No, not your aunt. And goddammit, no way in hell, not you. Because after you lit all that shit up for me about what happened, I did my own digging and found out what my father did to yours. And I’m sorry, okay?!” He was almost shouting.

I noted, “Kitchens shouldn’t be this big. Who else lives here? What’s the need for this much size?” He stared at me, his mouth flattening. “Good morning to you, too.” Another grunt from me. “Sorry. I’m a bit bitchy.” He hid a grin. “That a new development or…?”

I started for the guest area, but he caught the back of my jeans. “You’re good. You look hot anyway.” He nodded for the back door. “Let’s go. I told my coach I’d be there by now. I know he’s waiting.” Stone thought I was hot. What. The. Hell.

“I care. Fucking hell. I care, okay? I wouldn’t be doing any of this shit if I didn’t still care about you. Those people didn’t give a fuck about you, except the one girl. Not a goddamn one of them, and you’re asking me to look away from that? I can’t. Me being a guy and caring about a girl, I can’t do that. It’s not how I was raised.”

“I would give you up in a heartbeat to get them back.” Still, he remained silent. A beat. Then, “So would I.”

I was gone. Donzo. The L word was coming and I couldn’t stop myself. “I fucking love you.” Him. It was him who said it, and he said it fiercely. He said it as if his life depended on me knowing it.

“I love you and I want you to let me love you and I want to make you mine. My woman. Just mine. All mine. I don’t care what you want. I can’t let you be someone else’s. Mine, babe. Mine.”