17 comments/ 65679 views/ 29 favorites Enemy Ch. 02 By: redwitch The next day, was a day unlike any they had experienced. The sun seemed dull, the air seemed musty, and everything else was coated in a thick layer of grey. School seemed like a whole new experience to them; they were whole new people now. Today was the day they became true enemies, in every sense of the word. There was no talking, no touching, no kissing, and absolutely no dares. It was torture at its finest and he was using every bit of his will power to endure. He couldn't touch her, but he was damn sure going to look his fill! He couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted, he was having a hard time just staying in his seat and not pulling her into his lap so he could kiss her soft, full lips until they couldn't breathe. It was the first time he wished she didn't sit next to him in class. He knew he was making her nervous and even though he felt bad, he loved it. He couldn't help it, he just loved her reaction to him, and he knew that deep crimson blush was because of him, that her nipples now hardened because of his stare. He was so in tune to her, every time the air shifted or she moved, he could smell the cheap soap she used. A soap that was now more stimulating to him than a $500 bottle of perfume. He was going nuts, he got a little harder every time he heard her legs cross or uncross, and he swore he could hear her nipples brushing against her shirt. How the hell was he supposed to hate her when all he could think about was loving her? He was not built for this, it was in his blood to fight for what he wanted, he always had. He had never been denied anything in his life, and now he faced the one thing he TRULY wanted, but could not have. Bianca Rose was against the law and he faced damnation if he didn't stay away! *** He was staring at her openly, she sat facing straight forward looking straight ahead, trying desperately not to look over at him. She could feel his stare, burning through her clothes and caressing her, he was daring her to look at him. She couldn't look at him, she was barley holding on as it was, one look at him would make her forget, make her want him more, just thinking about him had her panties soaked and she was crossing and uncrossing her legs to ease the pain. He purposely dropped his pen, when it rolled over and hit her foot; she squeezed her eyes closed tight. She could feel him as he got close, the heat from his body, the smell of his cologne; she opened her eyes just in time to see his strong hand picking up the pen. She was an instant mess, blushing, lightly sweating, and shaking. That glimpse was almost her undoing, his skilled fingers reminding her of all the mind-blowing pleasure they brought to her. She had to force herself not to think of those fingers all over her body, playing with her breasts, sliding inside of her. She gasped, and then cringed when she realized she had done it out loud, and half the class was looking at her, including the always entertaining Mr. Mills, who was now looking at her with an irritation laced boredom. Of course, he had already made a few choice comments about her lack of focus today. If he only knew the extreme amount of concentration and focus she was using not to look at Diago. Besides she was paying enough attention to know Mr. Mills hadn't said a damn thing to Diago, who was staring at her hard, his untamed eyes burning into her. If Diago would just look away from her, she could cope a little better. *** It was prom night, a night for celebration, a night of accomplishment and pride, but 2 of the seniors were absolutely miserable. Maddy was wearing a blood red gown that went perfectly with her newly enhanced hair color and accented her pale skin. It also matched Trent, a guy with fire red hair and a stud in his lip who she was in love with after only 3 days. Trent wore a kooky tie over a ripped and dirty white shirt, a heavy black leather jacket decorated with tons of artistic graffiti Trent was more than happy to volunteer he personally created. Veda, always the stunner, wore a deep milk chocolate silk low cut gown that accented her curves and made her appear taller than her five foot frame. Veda, being typical Veda had decided to go to the prom alone; she had a couple guys ask, but she refused them. "Boys" she had called them in disgust with her nose up. Her mood changed drastically when Tyson, who had really noticed her at the party, asked her to the prom during lunch. Without any doubt about her sudden change in attitude about high school "boys", she said yes. Bianca had used her mother's old, barely working sewing machine, to make her own gown. She also found a pretty gold material in her mother's old things. No way could her father afford a new gown right now, lot rent had gone up at the trailer park and they were barely making ends meet as it was. So she took her time and made her prom dress. It was strapless, she fitted the top to her, so it fit perfectly to her tiny waist and held her full C- cup breasts in like a corset, from the waist down she had gathered the flowy material to create a full skirt. Fergy James, the mocha skinned, black eyed, corduroy wearing, pockets full of pens, king of the nerds, was head geek of the Math Club and proud of it. He was five-foot-five weighing no more than 120 pounds, but had the walk of a pit bull, ruff and rugged, despite his tiny frame. He wasn't the strongest guy, but he knew there was no other nerd around who could take him. He had always had a high sense of self, his parents lavishing their only child in adoration over his high intelligence, he was the apple of their eye and they had spoiled him rotten. He had noticed Bianca in the 9th grade when he moved here from Ohio, noticed she was the only one who equaled his own superior intelligence and just happened to be the cutest girl at school. He was immediately in love! So when he asked her to the prom expecting her to say no, he nearly passed out when she said yes. Bianca accepted Fergy's invitation because despite his puffed out chest and compulsive obsession to express how smart he was, he was absolutely harmless. He came to her door dressed in a mint green polyester tuxedo, matching velour cummerbund and bowtie, topping it off with a pale yellow button up shirt. He pulled out a matching wrist corsage of fresh carnations, putting it on Bianca's wrist. She smiled and took his arm, wishing her father would have at least gotten up to see her off. In Fergy's green car, she hooked the pink bow in the middle of the corsage, not sure why, just wanting something that had meaning to her. *** Brittany couldn't get a hold of him. He refused to ask her to the prom, he said he was going with his friends, but she had already told everyone that he had asked her months ago, so she had to do something. She decided on waiting for him to go in, than run in behind him, so it looked like they arrived together. She waited outside until she saw him, Wes and a few other guys pull up in his car. *** He was in no rush to get to the prom. He was only going because he knew Bianca was going, he heard Fergy James had asked her. He was not impressed. If things were different or he was from another family, he would have taken her to the prom, hell, in his mind he should have taken her. He knew he had no right to be upset, but logic wasn't stopping his possessiveness. If he couldn't touch her or hold her on their one and only prom night, he wanted to at least see her and make sure no one else touched or kissed her. *** She was standing by the buffet talking with Maddy and Veda when Diago walked in with the seniors of the football team, everyone of them wearing their football jersey. She could not help but notice how handsome Diago looked in his. She could tell he had just raked his fingers through his hair, as usual, and he even had a little stubble, but he was by far the most handsome man she had ever seen. She turned away from him, just as he turned towards her. *** He saw her immediately, she looked amazing, her long beautiful hair fell in a mass of big loose curls down her back, he was itching to run his hand through it. Her body was amazing, her large breasts crushed against the top of the gown, looked ready to pop right out. He had an insane urge to pull down her top and kiss them. "There you are." Brittany came out of nowhere, planting a kiss on his lips, than she took his hand. "I got us a good seat." Bianca looked up just in time to see Brittany kissing him. She wanted to march over there and drag Brittany off him by her long blonde hair, but she couldn't, she was supposed to hate Diago, not wishing he could have taken her to her prom instead of taking Brittany. *** Tyson excused himself from Veda for a minute going over to Diago and Wes at the table. "Got us a present." he said pulling the bottle of liquor out and handing it to Diago after filling his own cup. He took the bottle, dumped the gin into his cup and swallowed the glass down. Brittany was sitting next to him, rubbing him under the table as he watched Bianca walk on to the dance floor, Fergy holding her hand, Diago's cheek ticked. He was staring with hostility towards the couple dancing. Fergy was completely unaware, but Bianca could feel it from across the room. She fought everything in her not to look in his direction. She turned Fergy so her back was facing Diago and his searing eyes, glad now for Fergy's ultra stiff, stay in one place, jiggy swing. *** "She is so trashy; I heard she couldn't afford a prom dress so she had to make hers," Brittany said with her chin high. Diago looked at the very simple dress, it was perfect for her, and she didn't need all the expensive brand labels to be beautiful, she was already the prettiest girl the prom, besides whom else could make the plain homemade dress look like a top label gown? "And what is her corsage, are those carnations?" she said in disgust, her clone Shannon nodding in agreement. "Look she even used an old ratty bow in the middle of it." she snorted as she laughed. "Yeah like what is ribbon, like 5 cents at the craft store?" They did the ultra snooty dry laugh. Diago took a closer look to see that yes, she had indeed used the 'dare' bow as the center piece for her corsage, like a badge, teasing him. Brittany watched him watching her, her irritation mounting. "I heard they caught her blowing Fergs in the parking lot." Brittany's true catty colors were showing. Diago watched them dancing, getting a mental picture vivid enough to make him commit murder. He turned back to look at her, Fergy holding her a little to close for Diago's peace of mind, he watched his arms snake around her waist, pulling her even closer and Diago was ready to spit bullets. He was barely controlling his anger, watching Fergy touch her like he had a right to. He wanted to rip his hands off. He was shaking a little in his rage trying to calm himself, he had no right to react this way and he knew it. He couldn't have her; he had to let her go! He needed to leave immediately! *** Bianca was getting irritated with Fergy's overly friendly, touchy- feely dancing. She was afraid he would try to hump her right there in the middle of the floor; she was trying to nudge out of the tight embrace when he slid his hand on her ass. She watched his face as he coed like a child, his mouth open, and if the spittle hanging on the end of his slightly protruding tongue, dripped on her, she was going to slug him. "Take your hand off me." she glared into his eyes. *** "Are you alright hunny?" Brittany asked seeing his face turning red as he visibly shook. He ignored her, letting his breathing calm, trying to take control of the rising wrath. Just when he took a deep breath, ready to stand up and quietly leave, Fergy did it, he slid his hand down to her ass. He was up and heading towards them before he even knew what he was doing. His boys saw him and were right behind him, not knowing what was going on, but ready for anything. One never knew with Diago, he could be pretty quick fisted and with this foul mood he'd been in recently, anything was possible. He stalked towards Bianca, standing very close behind her, facing Fergy. "Get your fucking hands off her." Diago said calmly making the boy cower under the death look he gave him, he stepped away from Bianca. "Diago!" she gasped as he put his arm around her waist, she tried to nonchalantly pull away, not wanting anyone to notice they were together, thankful for the packed dance floor and the huge circle of football players surrounding them. He pulled her tightly to his chest, daring Fergy to say something, wanting to scream at the little man and tell him the rules about what belonged to Diago Stone. He almost felt childish, wanting to resort back to screaming "MINE!" while he stomped the small guy to the ground. "Leave him alone Diago!" she hissed at him. Fergy wasn't stupid, sure it had felt good, to have the prettiest date at the prom, but nothing was worth his face, besides he was sure he saw Alicia smiling at him earlier, he strutted towards her. *** He took her straight out of the school; she started to struggle the minute they got out side. He took her over to the huge tree in the back of the school, by the parking lot. "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!" she yelled as softly as she could manage, "Why was his hand on your ass?!" He was furious! "Do you realize you just took me out of our prom, with every one watching us?!" "I can't believe you let him put his hand on your ass!" he roared. "I didn't let him, I told him to move it three seconds before you came over and made a scene in front of EVERYONE in our graduating class!" "I don't give a shit about those people." "You should, everyone in there knows our parents one way or another, what if it gets back to them, and what if they find out?" she started to panic. "If they find out about this, they'll find out about everything!" "Calm down, no one's going to find out." he leaned into her, her back against the tree, he kissed her. She tried to fight him at first, but it quickly over powered her, making her knees weak, she was kissing him back with every thing in her. What was it with him? How could he make her change her entire demeanor and her mind so quick? She had to stop this! "You have to stop doing that," she snapped trying to pull away. "Never," he said pulling her mouth back to his, kissing her again. "We're supposed to stay away from each other-" she yelled, pulling her head back again "I can't stay away from you," he said seriously. "We're enemies." "You're not my enemy," he held her face. "But our families-" she cried, frustrated, so confused with her feelings. "Fuck our families," he kissed her again she kissed him back, than stopped again holding him away, looking straight into his eyes. "I dare you to stop!" she said. "You would use it against me?" he actually looked hurt. "I don't know how else to stop you!" she cried in frustration, she needed him to stop or she wouldn't! He looked at her then stepped back, putting out his hand. She pulled the bow out of the middle of her corsage and handed it to him. "Now I have a dare for you." "What?" she asked warily. "I want one night with you," he said. "No, it's betrayal." "Fuck them; they don't care about what we want. Come on Bianca, they forced this war on us" he yelled. "It's wrong." she cried even though she knew he was right. "No, it's not wrong! You want to know what's wrong?" he was heated, his words full of hate and disgust, he grabbed her shoulders, "that I have to deny my self what I want most because of two old dead men that I never even met! I'm sick of thinking of you, dreaming about you, you're like a sickness to me; I can't get you out of my head!" "Diago-" "No! I can't take any fuckin more! You're driving me crazy, I want you all the time, every time I see you, do you know when you walked past me in the hall yesterday, I wanted to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you until you begged me to stop! I haven't slept in days thinking of you!" his eyes full of pain and a sadness that broke her heart. Than he changed, his hot, furious eyes burning into hers, "So I dare you, the dare of all dares," he held her face between his big hands, "Be with me tonight, forget everyone else except for me." Frustrated, desperation was written all over his face. He leaned his head against hers. "Please." It was exactly what she wanted, and looking at him now, feeling his passion, she needed him just as much. She was just so scared. "Do you know what will happen if we get caught?" "They won't catch us." "I hope not." she turned away; he turned her face back to him, pleading desperately with her. "I need one night with you; we don't even have to do anything, just let me hold you, baby. I need this! I need something to remember." He held her eyes to his for what seemed like an eternity before she finally answered. "Only for tonight," she said looking around her nervously, "but I dare you to take me far away from here." He nodded, took her hand and led her to his new car. "And not let us get caught." "I accept that dare," he kissed her lips, "and I won't let us get caught." "I can't believe we're doing this," she said "Don't chicken out now." he said seriously and she shook her head. "I'm not letting you lose this dare." *** Brittany hid behind the bushes fuming as she watched them together. She watched them get into his car and once it was clear, she sprinted to hers, stepping in a pothole on the way, breaking a heel on her new $700 Italian shoes. She cursed and hopped to her car, almost colliding with a parked car when she started the engine. She sped out to the street, heading in the direction they left. She had to know where they were going. "Diago I don't know what you're doing with this trash bin-dwelling super skank, but I am going to put a stop to it," she said fixing her hair in the mirror, not paying any attention to the road she was speeding down. Enemy Ch. 03 The prom was going on without them, the entire class and all the staff looking around confused as they announced the prom king and queen, and neither Diago nor Brittany were there to accept the honor. *** Diago tried for over 20 minutes to reach his cousin Jake; it was the only safe place he knew. Jake's mansion was in the middle of nowhere, he had no neighbors for miles, they would never be found there and if by some chance they were, he knew with out a doubt, Jake had his back. Jake was his favorite cousin, he was a loyal, brutally honest, sadistic, overly aggressive, bad ass mutha fucker! And he had every right to be, growing up with the very devil for a father, a man who made Dorian Stone, Diago's father, look like a pussy cat. Unfortunately for them, Jake wasn't home, and Diago didn't have time to wait around, he only had one night with the enemy of his dreams and time was ticking. They ended up driving for over an hour, before he finally found 'The Rouge Motel'. Within that hour they talked about anything and everything, no specific topic, just careful not to mention family, time, or any thing involving the future and/or the past. They talked like two old souls, revealing things to the other, they would not even admit to themselves. They were so absorbed in each other; they were oblivious to the car following carefully behind them. *** 'The Rouge' was owned by Pierre Rouge, a small man with a slight hump, huge bright blue eyes and a wide, ear-to-ear genuinely warm smile. His accent was as thick as the silver grey toupee on his head. He and the love of his life, his wife, Ellie had left France twelve years ago, moved to America to open a fancy French themed hotel and restaurant. He helped build the entire thing with his own hands, his strength and determination forcing his rickety old body to comply. His hard work paid off; it was an instant success, the rooms were decorated in an unusual style, each a whole different theme, elaborate decor, designs with close attention paid to detail. The restaurant served only the finest in French cuisine, but still managed to have a warm, homey feel to it. He had made enough money to live his life comfortably and was more than happy. He and his wife lived in the house outback and they were still in love after 75 years. He believed in love and he believed it was why they had been able to cheat death for so long. *** Brittany was furious, shaking with rage looking at his car parked at the hotel, watching them walk hand in hand into the hotel office. "Well Bianca, I guess I'll just have to teach you the hard way not to mess with Brittany Tinsel," she hissed, her tires squealing as she sped off. *** "We need a room," Diago said, holding Bianca's hand. "Ahh, newlyweds?" his smile was full of hope. "No." "Then you must be recently engaged." "No." he answered. "But Pierre knows love and he can feel it when it enters the room," the little man beamed proudly. He turned and grabbed a key with a huge red heart as she and Diago looked at each other smirking at the strange but friendly old man. Diago tried to hand him his credit card. "No, your money's no good here," he winked "I have the perfect room for you." his smile widened as he walked out from behind the desk, "follow me, if you will." he led them to the elevator. "I keep a special room for these occasions," he said with a deep smile. The elevator door opened and a very short man who looked an awful lot like Pierre greeted them with a smile. "Room Number One," he smiled at the man and the small man smiled back knowingly, both turning to smile at the couple. The elevator door opened and he led them down a short hall to a door with a huge silver one in the middle. He opened the door and they both smiled in awe. The room was spectacular, like nothing either of them had ever seen. It was huge, dominated by a magnificent cherry wood four-post bed decorated in thick layers of crimson, Bordeaux and garnet. The entire room was done in various shades of red, with splashes of deep plum, dark pink, from the silk sheets, the chiffon fabric draped around the tall bed posts, brightly colored satin pillows scattered all over, and candles in big thick silver candle holders. The walls were the deepest of reds, and the highly polished cherry wood floor was covered in beautifully bright Parisian rugs. The room smelt heavenly, a faint trace of chocolate and berries. "Enjoy your room and don't forget the chocolate," he pointed over to the pure sliver fondue pot on the matching silver tray with floral cutouts around the edges. They both looked in the direction he pointed. It was just a dreamy, comfy looking little spot, a beautiful crushed crystal end table stood between two antique cherry wood chairs with exotic carvings and scarlet and magenta print satin cushions. Behind it, the huge window with the thick, deep crimson brocade drapes gave a perfect view to the magnificent magnolia tree in the yard. "Unusual," Diago said after Pierre shut the door. "But sweet," she smiled back. "Speaking of sweet," she walked over to the table and saw the fondue pot filled with melted milk chocolate, a platter of the largest, reddest strawberries she had ever seen before. "I am addicted to strawberries!" He watched her as she grabbed one, than dipped it in the chocolate, eagerly bringing the juicy berry to her lips, he hardened imagining other things he would have her do with those delicious lips. He walked over to her, standing very close, tracing her lips with his finger. She held the strawberry up to his mouth offering him a bite; he bit into the sweet fruit. "Taste it with chocolate." she dipped it in the fondue. "It's divine." she purred. "I'd rather taste you," he kissed her neck, "did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight." he murmured, sucking on the soft skin. "Yea right, in my hand sewn dress," she took another bite of the strawberry. "You could have wrapped a garbage bag around you and you still would have been the prettiest girl at prom," he kissed her lips lightly, tasting the chocolate and fruit. "Well did I tell you how handsome you look in your jersey?" she smiled, grooming him for a second as he played with a long dark curl. "I saw you the minute you walked in the door, everyone did." "But you stole the show." "No way," she blushed. "Every guy there wanted to dance with you." he kissed her neck, going all the way to her bare shoulder, breathing deeply of her scent; she smelled so sweet, so soft and so feminine. "And I wanted to stand on stage and announce that the only man you would be dancing with was me," he looked into her eyes. "You are the only one that I wanted to dance with," she said, her eyes full of longing. He smiled than walked over to the dresser with the huge oval mirror and turned on the antique radio; the old melodic beats with the soft French lullabies poured through the small speaker. He stood back a little from her, than with a wicked grin, he did a formal bow, holding out his hand to her, and she smiled placing her small hand in his. He put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, dropping a kiss on her cheek. They danced across the room, he twirled her, her full skirt fanning around her, and he dipped her, kissed her. "I should have been the first and only one to dance with you, not Fergy." he said in her ear. "You are the first and only." "I wanted to take you to the prom." he said, sadness in his voice. "It doesn't matter who took me to the prom, it's who took me FROM the prom that's important." she smiled, "besides, I had a piece of you with me," she pointed to the pink bow on the small table. "No fair, I didn't have a piece of you." "Why have a piece when you can have all of me right now." she said. It was all he needed; he kissed her with every thing inside him, and everything he had been holding back, for fear of falling to deep into her spell. He didn't care anymore, he was sick of regret, sick of guilt, he wanted her in every way, shape and form, and he was sick of fighting it. She kissed him just as passionately, she didn't care right now about anything else but being with him, so what if he was her enemy, she loved him. She had been saving herself for marriage and true love, but she couldn't marry her true love and she would never have true love with the man she ended up marrying. She wanted her first time to be special, and it would only be if it was with Diago. As he kissed her, he reached behind her and unzipped the corset top of the dress, sliding it down, dangerously low on her hips. He kissed the tops of her breasts, still dancing slowly, as he unhooked the strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled back to look at her. He honestly could not imagine not having her. Her perfect full up thrust breasts with her cinnamon nipples that always seemed to point just for him, her beautiful bee stung lips, he wanted to kiss all the minutes of the day, those eyes of hers that seemed to look deep into his iron little heart. The way that she thought amused him beyond no end, her strength even when the odds were stacked against her, her voice, that sweet deep honey flowing thick from her beautiful mouth. "Let's leave," he said. "Run away?" she asked. "Yes," he rolled a curl around his finger. "Where?" "Anywhere," he ran vanilla scented curl down his face. "Anywhere there are no Stones, no Roses, no feuds and no enemies." "Only us," his deep voice caressed her soul, making her long for a place they could really run away to. He ran his hands lightly over her breasts. "I don't ever want to leave you," she looked at him and he frowned a little, pulling her into his embrace. That stifling gloom came over her as she thought about what it was going to be like to never be with him again. She was trying to hold up the best she could and be strong about it, although she was withering away inside. Diago was more angry than sad, she could see him constantly calming himself down, trying to stay level and not get to worked up. He wanted to fight his family, and as much as she wanted to, she just couldn't openly defy her father. She wasn't as strong as Diago, he was ready to take on the world and she was ready to run in her room and hide. "I wish we could just be together, I wish our families never had that fight." she cried the tears rolling her cheeks. If they were not enemies they would be together, she was sure they had fallen in love that first day of third grade, when they had no idea who they were. "Shh," he held her close to him, her bare breasts crushed against his chest, "All I want to think about tonight is you." He held her until she calmed down, sliding his hand up and down her back, soothing her. He would give anything to stop those tears, he hated to see her cry, and he hated feeling helpless to her and to himself. He had to change the mood, the maddening reality of there situation was to intense not to make everything gloomy and grey. Well, not tonight, tonight was there night and he wanted her to relax and enjoy him like he was going to enjoy her. He picked her up and took her to the bed, sitting her in the middle of the bright thick comforter. Standing back as he slid off his jersey and white t shirt underneath, she watched as he revealed that muscular torso, his bulging biceps, the massive shoulders, that tight well defined stomach. He went over and grabbed the little table with the tray of strawberries, the chocolate and the champagne and brought it over next to the bed. He grabbed the bottle and the two tall crystal glasses with the thick crystal stems shaped into the form of a nude woman holding the cup. He filled both glasses than handing one to her as he sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. He held his glass up for a toast, "This is to us," he announced. She clicked glasses with him than took a sip as he drained his glass. "We only have tonight, lets not waste it worrying or talking about our family or time- our true enemies," he said, pulling her closer to him, her legs spread around his hips and the thick skirt of the dress all over. "I want to focus on you," he said, she lifted up as he slid her dress and panties off, than tossing them to the floor. "Every inch of you," he kissed her; she threw her arms around his neck. "You taste good," he kissed her again. "Strawberries," she breathed between kisses. "Ummm," he slid his tongue back into her sweet mouth. "You should try one," she said when his lips left hers. Knowing exactly how he wanted to try the strawberries, he grabbed one from the tray, holding the fat berry to her lips, watching as she took it into her mouth and bit down, a little bit of juice dripping from the corner of her mouth, her leaned in and licked it off as she chewed. "It tastes better on you." he said "It tastes better with chocolate." she said, after she swallowed. "Let me be the judge." he said putting the berry to her soft nipple lathering it in the juice; he watched the juice roll down the full underside of her breast as the nub hardened. He dipped the berry back in the chocolate, than spread it on her other already hardened nipple; he smiled before he licked the very tip. She watched him, thrusting her breasts towards him, the skin of her breast taunt. He took the nipple deep into his mouth, sucking every drop of juice off. She leaned back on her hands, unable to sit up straight. He went to the other breast, licking the trail where the chocolate ran down the plump underside of the mound. He licked up to her nipple, than took it into his mouth, sucking a little harder and a little longer. He finally let go looking at her, she leaned in for a kiss, as he kissed her, he dragged the berry down the valley between her breasts, down her belly, dipping it into her naval, sliding it down through the silky waves down to where her lips parted, spreading her, he ran the juicy berry up and down her sex, sending jolts through her pelvis, hips and thighs. He broke the kiss, dipping the berry in the fondue pot than spread a liberal amount of the thick warm chocolate over her. He sat back to look at his work and she looked at him, not wanting him to stop. He popped the berry into his mouth chewing as he slid his finger over her chocolate covered pussy, than stuck the finger into his mouth, sucking off the chocolate. She sat there her breathing peaked in anticipation, her head clouded with lust, waiting for him to touch her again, but he was just watching her, eating that damn berry, she pouted and he grinned ear to ear, swallowing. He leaned in and kissed her full pouty lips, than went down the middle of her chest, licking the berry trail, down to her naval, where her stuck his tongue in and kissed. She moaned as he went down to her patch and ran his tongue through the waves, than lower, holding her open with his hand. He put his mouth to her, devouring the chocolate, she cried out, gasping, calling his name, wiggling her hips, leaning back even further on her hands, spreading her thighs wider. He loved the sound of his name on her lips, it drove him crazy, the animalistic way she thrust her hips had the beast in him going wild. He was going off instinct, lost in her sex. Her scream echoed through the room, her spread knees touched the bed, her hips thrust out and her body convulsing, she fell back on the bed, trying to close her legs so he would stop sucking her throbbing clit. Just when she thought she couldn't possible stand anymore, it popped, sending her into orgasmic frenzy. He slid up her body, kissing her lips. "You were right, it's definitely better with chocolate," he smiled, undoing his jeans and pulling his painfully erect cock out, positioning himself between her legs, watching as the orgasm wracked her body, he kissed her madly, drawing her as deeply into the kiss as he could, sliding just the tip of his cock into her, she gasped into his mouth, but he refused to stop kissing her, his mind spinning with pleasure and excitement. He slid in a tiny bit more and she braced herself, her arms around him, now trying to hold him still, he slid the head in and she yelped, he deepened the kiss and slid in until he was half way in, she gasped, trying to pull her mouth from his. He reached between them, going straight to her sensitive clit. He slid in more, halfway in now, she cried out and he pulled his head back to look at her. He hated causing her pain, and this inch by inch was prolonging the pain, he had to get it over with. "I'm sorry baby," he whispered in her ear, than thrust into the hilt, she whimpered, trying to sit up, the pain overwhelming her. He stayed perfectly still, letting her adjust to him. He was circling her clit slowly, feeling it harden under his fingers, he kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts, than straight back to her mouth. The rhythmic pleasure from his hand was calming her a little, easing the tension in her clenched body. He tried to move but she tightened her thighs around him, trying to keep him still. "You feel so good," he whispered in her ear. "I could stay inside you forever." Just thinking about it made him swell more inside her. He slid slowly, smoothly, little by little, the ripping sensation gone, the pain still there, but something else entirely was beginning to slowly take over. He slid in and out careful not to hurt her. She finally loosened a little and relaxed, letting him in deeper with out clenching around him or trying to pull away. He kissed her lips, moving slowly, but steadily, she was arching now, the pain numbed by the orgasm creeping up on her. She stiffened than arched deeply, he slid in deeper, watching her, he couldn't stop himself, she was so tight around him, and it came out of him like a tornado, shooting into her as she screamed her own release. The orgasmic hurricane crashed through her lower body, then spun uncontrolled straight up to engulf her brain. He almost collapsed on her, he had never cumm that hard in his life, and it had drained every bit of emotion and energy from him. She could barley breath, not just from his weight but from the intense tingling as the feeling came back to her body. She held him tight to her and he turned his head in, kissing her neck. "I love you," he murmured. "I love you, too," she closed her eyes. *** He carried her to the bathroom, sat her on the pink and black marble counter top while he got the water temperature right, he picked her back up and stood her in the huge three water head shower. He washed every inch of her body, using the body wash on his bare hands, not wanting even a washcloth between them. He ran his large soapy hands over her large perky breasts, lightly tugging on her nipples as he bent for a quick kiss. He was careful with her as he washed his cumm and her blood from between her legs, slipping his fingers between her soapy flesh, kissing her as the hot water pelted their sensitive flesh. *** He held her, naked on the bed, both dripping wet, looking at the dreaded cuckoo clock on the wall. Time was running out and reality was seeping in. "I wish we could stay in this room forever," she said, fighting her tears. "Me too," he kissed her forehead, holding her tighter. *** The cab tooted out front of the hotel, as Diago held her in his arms. He held her to tight, never wanting to let her go. "Just one last kiss." he said his pale eyes going straight to her soul. He knew once she left this room, that was it, he would never be able to touch her again, smell her again, and feel her beautiful hair. He ran his hand through her inky locks, looking into her sad, sad eyes. They kissed like they had never kissed before. He pulled back, looking at her, he missed her already. "I guess this is it," she said with a deep sadness. He nodded. "We can't see each other ever again." The words choking her, she wished it was a lie. Enemy Ch. 03 "I want you to remember something," he leaned into whisper in her ear, "I will never be your enemy." he kissed her cheek, inhaling her scent for what he feared would be the last time, wanting to tie her up strap her in his front seat and take her far away. "And I will love you until the day that I die," she turned away from him quick before she broke down and refused to leave. She walked out of that room, not looking back, if she did, it would destroy her. He watched her go, unable to stop her, his emotion suffocating him. He stood there in the Rouge hotel, on the tiny balcony, the cool breeze lifting his hair, her scent still clinging to his nostrils. He realized for the first time that losing her was a bigger sacrifice than loosing a father who placed old grudges over his own son's true happiness. He watched the taxi pull away, tears burning his eyes; his life would never be the same. She sat in the back of the taxi, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know how she would survive this, she would never feel his strong arms around her again, never feel the heat from his powerful kiss. She had just lost her enemy and the love of her life. Enemy Ch. 04 It had been 7 whole days 7 unbelievably long days 7 brain boggling, heart mutilating, never ending, devastatingly long days. He couldn't take it anymore. He weighed his options, he took 7 whole days to completely analyze the situation, overestimate the repercussions and prepare himself for the worst case scenario, IF they were ever caught. Bianca Rose was more important than any repercussions, so it was just a chance he had to take. He could not stay away from her for another second! He would pop if he did, he would go completely insane- 'Nuttsville city on the top of a building, blowing bullets on an unsuspecting crowd!!!' He tried his hardest, he really did, he spent all his time trying not to think of her, or that night at The Rouge, he was even trying to spend more time with Brittany. She was the only one he knew that irritated him so much, he couldn't think of any thing else, plus she was a trained, if not absent, professional when it came to sex. He was even trying liquor to numb her relentless vision and his over active imagination, but even the over indulgence of liquor and sex had not worked. NOTHING WORKED!!! He had to see her. *** Bianca was having a very hard time keeping her emotions inside. She had to hide her feelings from her family, lest they become suspicious. She felt like an empty, powder blooded zombie- hollow in her animated death. She cried herself to sleep ever night since their prom, she wanted to just say "fuck it", but she couldn't, she just could not bring herself to defy her father on such a serious level. This was not someone her father didn't like for simple, stupid reasons, this was someone her father had hated before he was even born, hated for his blood, his roots, his family tree and his last name. What happened? her mission in life had not been to fall in love with her fathers enemy, it had been to make her father love her or at least pay some attention to her. If she said 'fuck it' it would put the last nail in the coffin of her dying relationship with her father. He would never forgive her and she would never be able to teach him to love her. She just couldn't do it. She would survive this living hell physically, but mentally she was destroyed. She would never love like that again She would never feel like that again She would live the rest of her life existing on only the memory of that one perfect night, she was dead in real life, but she would learn to live again in her dreams, the only place where she could openly love Diago Stone. *** Diago had to see her, there was nothing else to it, so he went incognito, in a baseball hat, sunglasses, and all black clothes. He parked in a clearing in the woods just outside the trailer park, he already knew which trailer was hers. He looked into the open window, the cheap, white lace curtains blowing in the breeze as he crept through, quietly lowering himself into her bedroom. He stood silent for a second as he looked at her, such a beautiful angel, wrapped in an old blanket on top of the beat up mattresses that were her bed. He looked around the tiny room, seeing a cheap cardboard dresser, and nothing else. No perfume, make up or anything feminine that would mark a girls room, nothing that spoke of her character or her tastes. She lived in a plain shoebox for a room. His wide steps were silent as he went over and sat on the edge of the mattress, facing her. Diago reached out and touched a curl that had escaped from the ponytail, barley holding the mass out of her face. She opened her eyes, and gasped as she sat up. "Oh god, what are doing here?" her eyes wide with fear. She wasn't sure if she wanted to break down in fearful hysterics or if she wanted to scream in joy and just kiss him. "I'm dead if he-" She froze as she heard the footsteps outside her door. Her brother was a lazy slob who slept all day and stayed up all night, so she was sure it was him. "Shhh." Diago took her head between his hands. She was paralyzed with fear and he felt a little guilty. The footsteps hovered by her door for a second before they went into the direction of the kitchen, she almost cried in relief. "I missed you." he kissed her deep, raw, and true, with every bit of his suffocated emotion from the last 7 days. When he finally pulled away from her, they were both gasping. "Come with me." "No," she started to cry, "I cant keep doing this to myself, do you know how painful it is to have to keep trying to forget you?" "I do," he leaned into her, "I just can't stay away from you." "This is killing me," she tried to stifle the thick emotion ready to burst, "every time I have to leave you," she put his hands to her heart. "my heart dies a new unbearable death. Please Diago, Please, just let me go." she cried, all of misery, her anguish pouring through her, "i can't take saying good bye to you again.". "I can't let you go." he stood up holding her hands, "and I wont." he pulled her up. "BIANCA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" her brother yelled trying to open her locked door. She froze and for the first time he saw a true terror on her face, she was afraid of her brother. "Nothing, I had a nightmare." he held her trembling body close to him and she squeezed back pretty hard. "Well shut the hell up, I'm trying to sleep!" he stomped back to his room, calling her some rather vulgar names. "I'm gonna fuckin get him for talking to you like that." one look at his face let her know just how serious he was. "No-." "Come on, lets get out of here." he cut her off. "No, I-" she gasped, trying to still keep silent, as he slung her over his shoulder, walked to her window, than carefully climbed through it. "I can't believe we're doing this." she said once outside, her whole body tingling with an exhilarating excitement laced with a vivid fear. He ran as fast as he could to his car, carefully setting her in the passengers seat before he got in. "I have a bad feeling about this." she said, but at this point there was no way she could leave him. "I'll have you back before they get up," he ran his hand over her cheek, "don't worry," he kissed her lips lightly. *** Diago was supposed to be having dinner with her family tonight, so when she saw him leaving as she was coming to pick him up, she just figured he probably forgot and was just running to the store or something, one never knew with Diago. So she decided to follow him than when he arrived at his destination, she would remind him of their date tonight. When he pulled into the trailer park, Brittany was instantly alarmed, she knew who lived here. She stayed far behind, watching as he drove down the tiny dirt road that led to a clearing in the woods. She watched him, dressed in all black, sprint from his car than disappear into the trailers that congested the small lot. "What the hell are you up to Diago Stone?" she whispered. It wasn't long before she found out... Her jaw dropped, her eyes bulged put of her head, she didn't breath for a full 27 seconds, and venom seeped into her mouth as she watched Diago running by with Miss Scumbilina Rose over his shoulder. Brittany started to shake, she saw red, gripping the wheel so tight she was putting holes in her custom made pink leather steering wheel cover. She was grinding her jaw, forcing the scream of rage to stay inside. *** "I have been expecting you." Pierre greeted them, "I have just the perfect room prepared for you tonight." he smiled with the glee of a child, that twinkle in his eyes. If she thought the last room was amazing, her heart fluttered just looking at this one. It looked like Pierre had brought a room straight down from heaven! The huge thick mahogany sleigh bed dominated the room, it was covered in thick white silk covers, edged in frothy Chantilly lace. A mass amount of pillows topped the bed like clouds, huge white silk pillows with matching lace, smaller white faux fur pillows. round pillows of thick white and silver tinsel streaked brocade. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, which was elaborately painted in cherubs and little angels. There was a gigantic crackled mirror in the shape of the sun, and various sized star shaped mirrors scattered across the the white walls that reflected the light from the chandelier. There were sterling silver vases and bowls filled with the whitest magnolias she had ever seen. "It's beautiful Pierre." she smiled. "Not nearly as beautiful as the glow of love, it is but a cheap imitation of it." he smiled than let himself out of the room. That's when she noticed the glowing bright white gown hanging from a silver hook on the bathroom door. "Oh my-" she gasped going over to the most amazing gown she had ever seen. There had to have been at least 50 yards of fabric in that full skirt with the long train, layers upon layers of crinoline, silk and satin. The top was a whale boned and beaded corset with delicate looking silk strings lacing up the back. "It's gorgeous!" she smiled. "It's yours." she heard his deep voice behind her. "What?" she turned to Diago. "We're getting married." "Married? Your crazy." "Yes, and your still marrying me" "No!" "Yes." he walked over and slid his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. "It will be our little secret." he kissed her lips. "They will disown us if they found out." tears were already coming to her eyes. He was at the point where he didn't give a fuck if they knew, he wanted them to know, he was sick of hiding her, but he could never tell her, she had this irrational fear of her father and a desperate need for his love and approval. He was selfish, but he could not stand to see her so afraid. He pulled back a little but still holding her hips tight to him. "If you wont tell your father to fuck off and give me Bianca Rose for the rest of my life, than at least give me this." he went down on one knee. "Diago don't-" she cried, tears rolling down her face. "Shhh." he pulled the box out of his pocket and took out the ring, looking at her, "My mother gave me, my two brothers and my cousin a ring on our 18Th birthdays. She said these rings were special, they came from our great, great, great grandmother's enchanted jewel collection." he grinned, "She said we could only give it to the woman we truly loved or we would cursed with tainted love for eternity." he grinned ear to ear thinking of his mother and her dramatic animation when telling the story. He took her hand, "Bianca Rose, will you marry me?" he asked, afraid she would deny him. "Please Bianca, I swear they'll never find out, you don't even have to see me again after tonight, just give me this." his eyes were so filled with emotion and fear, she had never seen him so afraid before. "Yes." *** Brittany followed behind them, half way there, she knew exactly where they were going, they were headed to 'The Rouge'. She was angry, but even angrier at herself for not doing what she should have done in the 1st place. She should have put an end to their little fling on prom night The past 7 days she had all of Diago's attention, she just assumed it was over with the trailer trash queen, so she had let her guard down. She was sticking close to him and he hadn't objected once, hadn't sent her away, hadn't argued with her, told her to get lost or anything. She thought he was finally coming around and realizing what he had. Brittany was ready to cry, she had honestly believed things were getting better, that's why she had set up the lunch with her parents, she was ready to take the next step with him. Well surprise, surprise, surprise! She fought the urge to confront them as she watched them enter the motel. She was furious, she hated that fucking gutter-slug whore and she hated Diago for his betrayal, but as deep as her fury ran, her spite ran deeper. Brittany knew EXACTLY who would be the best at confronting Diago and Bianca. *** Dorian hung up the phone in total disbelief. There was no way his star son was mingling with the enemy! Diago was his golden child, he had surpassed all the greatest hopes and dreams Dorian could ever have for any of his sons. He had no idea who the woman on the phone was, but he knew she was wrong, she had to be. He prayed it was just some scorned girlfriend, lord knows Diago had many. Regardless of what he wanted to believe or did believe, Dorian had to find out for himself,he had to know for a fact. He yelled for Davis and Dante, they had better know what was going on with their younger brother. He had raised them to look out for each other, and especially look out for their baby brother. He was going to pick their brains on their way to 'The Rouge'. *** Blake smiled with glee as he hung up the phone. This was the best news he had ever received in his life, the best present and it wasn't even his birthday. It was a miracle, an answer to his prayers! He finally had that bitch, their father would NEVER forgive her for this. He was finally rid of her, it would be just him and his father, the way it should have always been. He ran to his fathers room and threw open the door, trying to hide his smile and actually look worried. "Bianca is at a motel right now with Diago Stone!" he said with just a little to much excitement in his voice. *** She walked out of the bathroom in the gown and he could barley catch his breath. She was a heavenly vision, a flesh and blood angel and she was going to be his wife. He swelled with a pride he had never experienced before. "Your so beautiful." he said in awe. She felt beautiful as she walked over to stand before him. The corset top of the dress pushed her large, perky breasts in forming a scandalous display of cleavage, that looked like her breasts were ready to pop out at any moment. It fit like a second skin down to her lower waist where it flared out into the thick, full skirt. "Just one thing." he pulled out the clip that held her hair up. "No, it's messy." she put her hands to her head. "I love it messy," he smiled, removing her hands and running his through the tangles, "I love it every way you wear it," he kissed her lips, "since the 1st day I saw you in the 3rd grade." "When you pulled my bow out." "It was driving me crazy not to be able to touch it." he kissed her again, than kissed down her neck, over to her shoulder. "I fell in love with you that first day." she breathed. "Me to," he pulled back "until my father beat my ass." he walked behind her, kissing down her neck, reaching around to her waist, running his hands up to her breasts, sliding the tight corset below them, the bottom half of her breast still trapped behind the binding material. she arched her back, pushing her begging breasts into his large hands. He weighed them, spreading his fingers over the firm mounds, his middle fingers tickling her puckered nipples. Bianca leaned her head back on his shoulder, his strong muscular body holding her up. Diago pulled on the hard nubs grinding his hard dick into her soft ass as she wiggled back against him. "But I'd take a million beatings for you." he whispered in her ear, sliding his hands down into the material to free her semi trapped breasts. *** Both cars pulled into the parking lot within moments of each other. Dorian Stone and Blake Rose got out of their cars, staring each other down, an eerie silence . Braxton smiled, delighted to be a witness for the downfall of his hated sibling. Davis and Dante frowned, seriously worried about their little brother. "Oh shit." Davis exhaled, mentally preparing himself for this altercation as they walked towards the entrance. "This is going to be bad." Dante shook his head, rolling up his sleeves. "Lets try to keep this as calm as possible." he said and they both ran after their father. *** Brittany smiled, watching her plan play out to perfection. She hated to admit it, but she realized Diago must have some serious feelings for this girl if he was defying his father. Well, what ever he felt was irrelevant now, it was over, Dorian Stone and Blake Rose would see to that. Brittany, felt an exhilarating surge of vengeful satisfaction, now she would have Diago all to herself again. *** Diago sucked Bianca's nipple deep into his mouth, reaching down to pull up the many layers of her skirt. When he finally had them up, he slid his hand between her thighs slowly sliding up. She arched against the wall, parting her legs, his fingers slipping into her panties to slide between her dewy lips. She cried out as he found her pulsing clit, his finger circling the hardening nub like a shark, ready to attack. Bianca cried out hard, sliding down the wall when he did, he put his free hand under her butt to hold her up as he latched onto her other nipple. *** They had stormed the place, 5 men filling the Small office. Darius looked through the book and found the room number, he than grabbed the key and headed down the hall in search of the room, the whole group behind him. Pierre was gone for the night, and his brother Pepe was in charge. Now Pepe was a timid little thing, who hid comfortably in the shadow of his charismatic older brother. Pierre did most of his talking for him, realizing early just how painfully shy his little brother was. That was fine with Pepe, he preferred to be silent. So in a situation like this, with Pierre and his wife out dancing, he was overwhelmed and extremely nervous. He did the first thing that popped in his mind, he called the police. *** Diago was under Bianca's skirt, the heavy long layers almost covering him completely. He slid her panties down her thighs, kissing the little raven patch as he did, than pulled them from her. He held her hips as he kissed her patch again, sliding his tongue in her slit. She slid down the wall more, he threw her thigh over his shoulder to stabilize her, spreading her sex wide. He lightly licked her moist lips, gently suckling on them, and he smiled when he felt her flesh quiver in his mouth. She yelled his name as he slid his wicked tongue down the center of her sex, stopping at her engorged clit, he took it into his mouth and she screeched, her hands on the thick layers of her gown, covering his head. They were SO lost in each other, they did not hear the commotion going on outside the door. It wasn't until the door flew open that they realized their worst nightmare had just entered the room. Bianca's arms automatically went to her breasts as Diago came out from under her skirt. Diago yanked up her gown to cover her breasts, than set her safely behind him.. It all happened so fast from there, the slew of profanity and aggressive confrontation started immediately. It was the 1st time a Rose and a Stone had been in the same room together in years and the mixture was combustible at best. "You whore!" her father screamed. "You don't call her that!" Diago yelled pointing at the man "She is a whore, a rotting, stinking Rose!" Dorian yelled. "You don't call my daughter a whore!" Blake turned to him, pointing his finger. "I call it like I see it." Dorian answered taking a step closer to Blake. Davis and Dante stepped a little closer, making sure the two stubborn old men didn't connect, if they did, they would likely kill each other. "Your bastard son kidnapped my daughter!" he looked at Bianca, "that's it isn't it, he kidnapped you out of your bed in the middle of the night." "No." she tried to object, but Diago would not let her step forward. "I'm calling the police!" Blake shouted. "I already did that sir." Pepe squeaked timidly from the door. "Good, call them. The judge is a personal friend of mine, he's known Diago his whole life and he will vouch that my son would never resort to kidnapping TRASH!" Enemy Ch. 04 "TRASH? Who are you calling trash, you thief." "THIEF? you don't have ANYTHING to steal!" . "Your son STOLE my daughter!" they started to argue almost incoherently. Davis and Dante stood back watching the surreal scene in disbelief. Mr. Stone and Mr. Rose were facing off like pit bulls, Braxton was behind his father, sneering like a hyena. Diago was tense, they knew their brother well, and could clearly see he was at his breaking point.Than they looked at the beautiful girl in the wedding dress standing behind their little brother, wondering how the hell Blake Rose had created something so perfect and understanding exactly why Diago would fight the world to be with her. "ENOUGH!" Diago yelled, "she's not a slut and I did not kidnap her!" he went head to head with both men, "I love her!" both fathers looked at him like he had suddenly sprouted wings and horns. His brother Davis grinned, proud of his little brother for finally standing up to their tyrant father. "I'm sick of this fuckin war! You didn't ask us if we wanted it, you forced it on us! We're done, We're ending this war." he said eye to eye with his father, "we're getting married." "If you marry that girl I will disown you." "Your to late, I already disowned you." he seethed. "Well it's not gonna happen!" her father said turning to Braxton "get her!" Braxton looked a little nervous for a second "Don't you fuckin touch her!" Diago warned. "Now boy!" his father roared, Braxton was in between a rock and a hard spot, either way he was looking at a fight. At least with Diago it would only be a one-night fight, his father on the other hand would be sure to make Braxton pay for years to come. "NOW!" his father barked again so loud Braxton jumped, than in a panic, grabbed Bianca. It was a fatal move, Diago slammed his fist into Braxton's jaw than took him straight to the floor. It was all Dorian and Blake needed, trying to pull their sons apart, screaming at each other, next thing they knew, they were the ones rolling around the floor fighting. Davis and Dante were trying to pull Diago off before he did some serious damage. Braxton's face was already covered in blood. Bianca went to her knees in a strange sort of shock, tears falling like rain from her eyes, her hands covering her mouth as she watched the worst case scenario happening right before her eyes. Pepe skittishly walked over to the stricken girl, helping her to her feet than taking her into the hallway and helping her to the bench before the door. "The police will be here soon, just relax." he patted her head, wishing Pierre were here to help, he would know what to say to this poor girl. "Everything will be alright." Bianca looked up at him, her eyes full of disbelief. Nothing would ever be alright again, she could feel it in the pit of her soul. *** The police were wise enough to separate the family's, but the jail just wasn't big enough for their deep rooted feud and all that testosterone that came with it. They were in cells across from each other, Dorian and Blake stood at the bars yelling back and forth, both wanting to resume the fight, hitting the bars that held them back.. Braxton was up against the other side of the cell whining over his broken face. "Will you shut that girl up!" Dorian snapped and Blake wanted to murder his son right than and there. Davis and Dante burst out laughing. "STOP CRYING!" Blake hissed, consumed with embarrasment and shame, "your humiliating me." *** Her father didn't say one word to her when he got home, he wouldn't even look at her. Braxton glared at her silently, his father had warned him not to speak to her at all. *** Diago was out side, lightly knocking on her locked window until she looked out. Only the glass separating them, he stopped, looking at her red puffy eyes, her hair a tangled mess, her face flushed and bright red. She had been crying since they were busted at 'The Rouge'. He put his hand on the window, wishing it was her face he touched. "Come out." he said. She shook her head no, fear paralyzing her. "You come out or I'll come in, I swear Bianca." she didn't move until he tried to open the window. She opened it quick and he helped her climb out. Bianca fell into his arms and cried, the pressure of the situation had gotten to her, the weight had crushed her and the pain was unbearable. He rubbed her head holding her as close to him as he could. "I love you." she looked into his eyes. "Than lets leave, lets just get the fuck away from these people." "We can't, we made a mess of things here, we have to try and fix it." "We can't fix this, they made this mess, not us. Their bad blood runs to deep, we can't help them." "We have to try, I can't leave my father like this, not now." "Fuck him! what has he ever done for you? He treats you like a maid, he ignores you and lets your brother treat you like shit! Forget them, come with me," he held her close, "Let me make you happy." she started to cry hard, her dream, her ultimate fantasy, blissful happiness with the one and only love of her life and she had to say no. She would never be truly happy if she knew her father hated her. What if she came to resent Diago for it? what if she blamed him? She would never risk it. "Lets just wait a little longer." she pulled back a little putting her hands on his face. "No fuck that! I cant wait any longer! your making me fucking CRAZY! I can't fuckin take anymore. I have to get away from here, I NEED you Bianca!" "Just-" "No!" he cut her off, "I'm not waiting! I'm leaving and you have to come with me." "I can't." "You can." he held her close again, kissing her, tears burning his own eyes as hers rolled down her cheeks. "Come on baby, just me and you, we can finally be together." he lightly kissed her lips, "We can go anywhere we want, we'll be free." "Diago-" she cried "Shhh, baby don't be afraid." he pushed her hair back from her face, soothing her as she cried harder. "Come away with me." he beckoned her, "Please Bianca." She shook her head, she couldn't do this she needed time to think, she didn't want to leave him, but she had no choice, she was killing her father. She needed to make things right with her father first, than she would go to Diago. She had to stop this now, she had to walk away from him, or she would leave with him. "I have to go." "No." "I have to be away from you right now." or she would do some thing she would seriously regret. "If you walk away, that's it, I'll never see you again." he couldn't take it anymore, he loved her enough to walk away from everyone he loved, his brothers, his mother, he was furious that she didn't love him enough to do the same. "Don't say that." "Don't walk away." "I'm sorry." she said than took a step back. "Liar!" he took a step forward, "Your just like them!" "I am not-" "I would have done anything for you, i defied my father for you!" he blew up. "Diago please-" "No! You betrayed me worse than any of them ever could." he pulled the bow from his pocket, "It's over, I quit, you win the game." he threw the bow on the ground before her, "I should have just listened to my father, he was right after all, you can never trust your enemy." he spat, turning to walk away from her before that last thread of control snapped. "No!" she cried grabbing his arm. He turned around and looked at her, a look that you would give a true nemesis, yanking his arm back from her. "You stay away from me," he said with a calmness so full of hatred and disappointment, she felt her heart break in half. "if you see me, don't speak, don't even look in my direction." his pale eyes blazing with pain, his heart deadened by the betrayal, "From now on you ARE my enemy." he walked away from her, got into his car and squealed as he sped off. She went to her knees, right there in the dirt and diseased grass of the trailer park lot, her emotions taking over, the pain so deep she couldn't raise her head. The pink bow she had gone to scandalous lenghts to win back on the ground before her. Everything suddenly got dark, she couldn't breath, her lungs were constricting, she couldn't scream, her eyes rolled back in her head and than she collapsed. *** He was on the open highway with no destination in mind, right now he just needed to drive and get as far away from that place as possible. Fuck his father and all his rules and regulations. Fuck the bullshit code of ethics he had demanded of his sons! Fuck his brothers for not having his back! FUCK LOVE! Love was a murderous witch who could mutilate the heart like a master chef and sabotage the soul with the ease of a skilled seductress, but most of all... Fuck Bianca Rose, she was now as dead to him as his own heart. *** Bianca's punishment was banishment. She was being sent across the country, to family she didn't even know. Blake refused to speak to her, sending Braxton to give her the message that she was being sent away. Braxton was all to happy to comply. Her father had even refused to say good bye to her, and she wasn't sure if she even cared now. She boarded the train, her head heavy with a thousand feelings she was keeping bottled up. She sat in the seat, looking out the window, the deepest feeling of regret ripping through her trembling body. She wanted to jump off the train and run to Diago, she wanted to feel his arms around her and that love that only he could heal her with. Besides her mother, he was the only one who had truly loved her. Now she was alone. She had sacrificed her own happiness for a father who had finally proven to her than he did not give a shit about her. She had waisted her ENTIRE life trying to get that man to give her the parental love she had craved so badly. She felt like the biggest fool of all, what made her think she could honestly make her father care about her? Blake had never shown any signs that he cared at all. She wanted to stand up and scream, she felt like a caged animal, furious, bitter, vengeful and destroyed. Her spirit was dead and she didn't think she could survive this. A river of tears escaped from her stinging eyes. She felt the emptiness spreading thicker, enveloping her twisting heart. WHAT HAD SHE DONE??? She had made the biggest mistake of her life! Why didn't she just leave with him? She should have trusted her own heart. Now it was to late... The only man she had ever loved now hated her for her own weakness. She had let her fear control her and now she would suffer for it. Bianca had betrayed him and she had betrayed herself. She looked down at the dirty, tattered pink bow, that unbearable pain escalating. She was ready to give up, she could not handle this, she wanted to close her eyes and get lost deep in her misery, she wanted to suffer for her own weakness. Bianca had orchestrated the worst punishment she could ever inflict on herself, she had turned Diago Stone into her true enemy. Enemy Ch. 05 In the mansion on the tip top of the hill, the Stone family dwelled in chaotic turmoil, every member in their own personal hell, overwhelmed with worry for Diago. Dorian was over come with guilt, he knew all about loss, his very own brother had committed suicide after killing his wife and trying to kill his son. He had been consumed with guilt over his suicide; he regretted not doing something when he had finally realized just how depraved his brother had become. He was filled with 3 million "what ifs" and he had never forgiven himself. That's why he had devoted himself to his nephew; it was the only way he could think of to attempt to rectify the problem. Unfortunately it hadn't worked very well; Jake was a bit of a monster no matter how bad Dorian chose to deny it. Jake was balancing on a very thin line between brutal madman and a "FUCK THE WORLD!" mentality. Now Dorian had made another crucial mistake, one that he would NEVER be able to forgive himself for, he had let this disastrous war and his family name come between him and his son. He was riddled with regret, wishing he had of done things differently. No matter how much he hated the Rose family, Diago was still his child and his wife and sons were his immediate concern and only priority. Darleen was over whelmed with grief, as if it hadn't been bad enough that her youngest son had run away and they had no idea where he was, her best friend in her entire life had been in a major car accident, killing her and her husband. Darleen now had custody of the other love of her life, her god daughter, Tempest, who was in a deep coma from the accident. It was painful to watch her lying there so lifeless; she was so full of raw energy and such a ray of sunshine, it weighed heavy on Darleen's heart. While her family spent their days with the police and private investigators, she refused to leave her side, she wanted her face to be the first thing tempest saw when she woke up, and she prayed to have the strength to tell her that her parents had not survived. How could she do it? She couldn't even think about her best friend dead, let alone explain it to her only child. Darleen's heart was heavy and for the 1st time in her life, she had no idea what to do. So she just stayed by Tempest's side, praying for her to wake up and praying that her son would just call and let them know he was alright. *** In the trailer on the other side of town, right before the garbage dump, the Rose family was calm and peaceful; things seemed to be going a little better for them. Since Bianca had been sent away, there was extra food, extra soap, extra toilet paper, extra everything. There was even a little extra for a broke down car that they had to continually fix up. Blake was in hog heaven and thrilled to death that he had finally won against his sister. He had his father all to himself, his own room and 2nd helpings at dinner. He was tickled pink, trading Bianca in for that car was the best thing he ever did. Braxton wasn't sure how he felt, half of him never wanted to see the girl again, the other half wanted her home. He had come to resent his daughter, it was her eyes, they were identical to her mothers, and everytime he looked into them his grief was rekindled. He had prayed it would eventually fade, and he would be able to look his daughter and see her, not the woman he loved. He had not handled his grief well at all, he wanted absolutely no reminders of her, he didn't want to face the reality his loss. He had thrown away everything she had every touched or loved, especially her perfect baby daughter Bianca, the very reason they had grown apart before her death, the very reason for their serious argument before she left home on that fatal day. *** He had spent 3 months in a sexual, drug induced funk. He found himself in Amsterdam's red light district, on a personal mission to take sex to the lowest level of depravity he could accomplish. He hated sex now, but he needed it. He had originally set out on this mission to completely abandon all thoughts of sex, women and love. He was determined to force his body to live with out sex, but by the fifth day he had lost his mind and his will. He had been like an addict, feigning for his drug of choice. His natural high sex drive was his downfall, so if he cold not cure himself with no sex, then he would cure himself by an over indulgence of sex. Diago would make those precious, beautiful moments that he had been inside Bianca disappear, it was fucking him up, he couldn't even have sex with out thinking of her and bringing back all those vicious memories and that paralyzing feeling of loss. So he would make sex so nasty, rotten and dirty for himself that he would eventually stop seeing her. He gave it his best shot, doing unholy things that he could never have imagined with beautiful women who would do anything for the right price, and he was spending money like it was water. When he woke up in a bed with 4 different women, and remembered the horrible things he had done to them the night before, he knew it was too much, he had gone too far and it was still not working. He got up and got dressed, disgusted that the women had awoken, still eager for more of the money he was throwing around despite the hideous things he had done. He had to get the hell out of here, if he had learned anything, he learned that he could not escape Bianca; he was cursed with her very spirit trapped inside his mind. Realistically he had have sex, and he found that he could not taint the image or the act, so he would just do it as one would perform the duties of their job, it was no more than filling up his gas tank when his car was empty. He would do it quick and get it the hell over with. Hopefully one day he would be able to feel normal about sex. He couldn't escape it any more than he could escape his life, his family, his love, his hate or Bianca. He had never in his life felt like he did right now and refused to ever feel that way again. Love was a big risk, something so powerful and destructive that it could blow ones heart up and leave them pathetically weak and vulnerable. He hated feeling vulnerable, he had never felt that before and he would NEVER feel that way again! Fuck love and all that came with it!!! He didn't need it, after 3 months of hell he realized his father had been right; success was all that truly mattered. So after his short absence from reality, he was going home to restart his life. *** Her father had sent her to live with her very old, very fugal aunt. The woman was a tyrant who lived by the bible, held a penny in the same light as a 100 dollar bill and barked out orders like a drill instructor. She also had a mini puff ball, pit bull disguised as a Pomeranian named Noah, who was a barking extension of her aunt's hatred for her. This woman held a deep contempt for her own brother, for reasons Bianca still did not understand. She treated Bianca like a slave, she noticed the same trait in her father, and she had spent her life in servitude to that man, trying to please him, now he had banished her to his sister who was a feminine version of him. Bianca spent her days cleaning, cooking, and taking care of yard work in-between waiting on her aunt hand and foot. Her aunt believed having a phone was unnecessary spending when she had no one she wanted to talk to, so Bianca couldn't even call her friends, the only 2 people in the world that she knew cared. She needed to here their familiar voices. She needed something; she had never felt so alone in her entire life. It was becoming too much for Bianca to bear, her spirit had evaporated and her heart was dead, she wanted to give up. She spent her days slaving away and her nights crying herself to sleep, when she was fortunate enough to get her mind to slow down enough to sleep. She had actually been at a point where she didn't think she could survive, she hated herself for letting Diago go and turning her back on him and she hated her family for forcing this war in her life. She was deeply in love still, regardless of it all, and she just came to the point where she didn't want to live with out him; than it grew to her just not wanting to live. She had gone into a deep depression, her mind was not hers and her thoughts had turned sour. She didn't want death, but there really seemed no alternative, life was unbearable and over rated. The thought of death was becoming dreamy and she had delusional fantasies of dying. She knew in her heart that it was the only way they would be able to be together forever. She would embrace him in the afterlife since she was no longer allowed to embrace him in this life. Maybe with her death, he would be able to forgive her. Yes, death WAS the only light in the thick black hole that had swallowed her whole and she was ready to welcome it with open arms... *** Just when his family had reached their wit ends, searching for him, offering rewards for information, staying in daily contact with the police Diago just strolled through the front the door. He came home a different man and his family noticed it immediately. He was cold, distant and silent. He refused to discuss or talk about anything. They were just so happy, it didn't matter, Diago was finally home, and that was ALL that mattered. His father was no dummy, he was angry about what his son had done, but he was truly, deeply scared when Diago had disappeared, it had been 3 months with no contact from him, his wife was frantic and ready to divorce him. He would take it at Diago's pace and not push it. He was however elated when Diago came and asked for a job. His joy soon turned to adoration and pride as he watched his son triple the company's profit with in just another 3 months. He had always been an aggressive over achiever, but now he was ruthless, uncaring and throwing every bit of himself into his work. It was all he had. Diago secretly despised his father, but understood where he came from. Dorian had been right after all; you can never put your trust, faith or blind love in your sworn enemy. Darleen was getting more and more worried about him by the day. He was like an empty shell and it broke her heart. She wanted to hold him and force him to talk to her about what was going on inside that brain of his, but she managed to keep her mouth shut. Now was not the time to push him, when he was ready he would come and talk to her. So she tried to give him his space, it was actually easy since she spent most of her time at the hospital still, waiting for her god daughter to finally wake up. Her prayer for Diago had been answered and she had full faith and hope that it would be answered for Tempest. She WOULD wake up and Darleen would be there when she did! *** Bianca looked at the glass vial of poison. It was some special concoction her aunt made to kill the rats and other animals on her property. Her aunt had an irrational paranoia that the rodents would come into the house and kill her precious little Pomeranian. It was a lethal brew; just a drop on a piece of cheese was enough to kill any small animal that ate it. Bianca had a special place in her heart for all animals except for the crotchety little long haired, over stuffed rat her aunt called 'Noah'. So she stopped laying the poison out for the rodents and started saving it for herself. She laughed like a mad woman thinking of her aunt's house being over run by rats and bunnies. Bianca kept a large vial under her pillow, filling it more each day. It seemed to bring her a morbidly perverse sense of hope when things got real bad. All she had to do was think about the vial and how quickly she could end her torment. She held the vial in her hands, she was sure she was ready now. as if it wasn't bad enough for her, now she was getting sick; she was constantly tired, she felt like she was starving, the scraps her aunt gave her wasn't enough for her precious pooch to survive on. She was getting weaker by the day, her belly constantly aching and than the vomiting started. It was real bad this morning, she could barley get up to make it to the toilet in time for another nasty session. She just couldn't take anymore, she tried, she had used all of her inner strength and than some. She had reached her limit. *** Brittany Tinsel was in heaven, things could not be better; she had managed to weasel her way back into Diago's life. He obviously had no idea she was the one that had ratted him out, so she took full advantage of the situation. He was different now, but that also seemed to work to her advantage. He never spoke, he never called her, picked her up, she knew if she wanted to be with him, she had to make herself available, so she did just that and he didn't even tell her to get lost. *** There was just so much going on in her life, she had not been paying attention to her own body or the tell tale signs of what was really wrong with her. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed that her breasts had increased a full cup size, or that she was getting a belly even though she was almost starving. She knew exactly what was wrong with now. This changed everything, and even though she had no idea what she was going to do, she knew death was definitely NOT an option. *** Diago was fucking any girl who made herself available to him, he didn't care who it was. He had no love in his heart, no respect, nothing left to give to anyone. As much as he despised sex right now, he could not control his sex drive. He had to have it, so he took what ever was offered. Brittany had re-surfaced and was at his disposal, always there, always smiling and always had her legs spread, but she was just another faceless girl to him. He couldn't tell any of them apart and it didn't matter, he never saw their faces while he fucked them as hard as he could, he saw Bianca's. *** Bianca had tried to hide her condition from her domineering aunt, but by the 6th month, it was impossible. To be honest, at this point in her life she was sick of hiding, sick of lying and sick of denying herself. FUCK THIS!!! She had more to think about than just herself, things were different now She could not stay here and continue the back breaking work her aunt had her doing all over the house. She had trained herself over the years to be docile and just do the things her father had asked whether she wanted to or not and she found herself in the same exact situation with her aunt. Well no more, she had enough; she refused to be the family's door mat any longer! She refused to continue to deny herself the pleasure of true love for a family that honestly did NOT give a fuck about her. She wore her tank top, the only one of her shirts stretchy enough to fit and a baggy pair of low waisted black sweat pants. She threw on her large, thick black winter jacket than her aunt's long heavy white cloak over top of it, completely hiding her condition. She put her other 2 pairs of baggy sweat pants into her pillow case with her tooth brush and a small pocket knife for protection and she headed for the front door. "Where are you going? You haven't finished cleaning the debris off the roof." her aunt said standing up from her chair and walking towards Bianca. Bianca stopped than turned to her aunt. "I'm leaving." "You can't leave here!" "I can and I am." she said seriously. "You have work to do!" "No, I'm done being your little house slave." she frowned, feeling her pride and anger rising. "Slave? You little ingrate!" she grabbed her arm, "I fed you, clothed you sheltered you and this is how you repay me?" "Fed me?" she snatched her arm back, "You gave me the scraps from your plate, and only what your vicious little lap dog didn't eat." As if on cue, the rickety old Pomeranian came into the room, his long nails clinging with each step. Bianca looked down at him as he started his usual growl at her and she bent down and barked hard at him, smiling as the pocket sized bully of a dog ran crying in fear. "You little-" she raised her hand to smack Bianca but Bianca grabbed her hand. "I wouldn't if I were you," she leaned into her, "I'm liable to smack you back." Her aunt gasped and Bianca let go of her hand, "I'm leaving, don't get in my way and don't try to stop me." she said with a look in her eye that made her aunt momentarily step back. "I am calling your father!" she yelled as Bianca went through the door. "Call him, who cares." she shook her head than slammed the door on her way out. She was shaking, full of adrenalin and pride, she was free, she was finally free! She didn't care anymore, from now on, she was thinking for herself, and she was going to do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. Her life as the Rose family kicking bag was over; as far as she was concerned she was nameless. She knew hitch hiking was risky, and she was thankful she brought her pocket knife with her. She was truly a bit nervous, but felt as if she had no other alternative, she had to get home and home was far, far, far away from where she was. The little old silver haired lady pulled over, her silver colored car shining like a big iron star in the pale moon light. "You need a ride sweetie?" she asked with a sincere smile, Bianca looked at the chubby faced toddler in the back seat than smiled. "Yes." she answered getting in the car. *** Diago woke up out of a deep dream, looking around his room. He had this strange feeling like Bianca was close, but he knew it was absurd, it was just those all too familiar dreams coming back. He got up, went to work and did his every day routine, but no mater what; he could just not shake the thought of her. *** She thanked Dolores, the wonderful woman who had given her the ride; it was just her luck that Delores only lived in the town next to her hometown. Bianca stood on the side walk looking at the little town she had not seen in 6 months. Why did it seem so different? It didn't seem as stifling and overwhelming as it had before, she didn't fell trapped like she had the last time she had been here. In fact, it seemed almost magical, like the perfect puzzle box with the ultimate prize waiting for her at the end if she finished and played the game the way it was supposed to be played. She took a deep breath, than took a step toward the direction that held her destination. Enemy Ch. 06 Veda and Maddy cried hard, hugging Bianca as close as they could with out hurting the baby. "We were so worried!" Maddy squeaked her thick mascara and jet black eye liner running down her face. "We didn't know what happened!" Veda cried. "You just disappeared!" Maddy wailed "Blake said you ran away-" Veda choked up. "But we knew you wouldn't run away with out telling us first!" Maddy finished wiping the tears that were pouring from her eyes "I would have never just left you; you're all the family I have." Bianca said with a sadness that made the two girls cry harder. "He sent me away." "Because of Diago Stone?" Veda asked "Yes." Bianca answered, her head down, still filled with regret for betraying him. "Is that why your back?" Veda asked a glimmer of hope in her eye. "To tell him about the baby?" Maddy added. "Yes, and I need your help." "Of course! Anything you need!" the girls lit up, ready for the challenge. *** "I'm here to see Diago Stone." Bianca said to the heavy set security guard sitting inside the security post, taking a large bite of a greasy sub. She winced as a large glob of mayo plopped down on the paper plate. "Who are you?" he asked bits of sub dribbling from his mouth as he spoke. "Rita Dare." she said than waited as the guard called in the name. "Nope, sorry, no Rita Dare on the list, I suggest you call Diago and tell him to put you on, otherwise there's no way your getting though this gate." he said than took another large bite, turning back to the little TV. Bianca walked back to the car "He won't let me in." Bianca said as she got in. "Oh, you're getting in there." Maddy said looking at her options. "There's no way I'm leaving here with out seeing him. I've come too far." Bianca said seriously "What do you want to do?" Veda asked already grinning. Bianca turned to her with a look of pure determination. "Break it down." "Good choice." Maddy started to reverse the caddy, "Buckle up girls." she said as she slammed her foot down on the gas pedal. *** Bob, the security guard watched as the car backed up, than went back to his sports game, thankful the girl wouldn't continue to pester him. He had been through enough with that insulting little bitch Brittany Tinsel; she threatened to get him fired, when he wouldn't let her through. He had just opened his mouth to take his last bite of his sub, when the car barreled towards the gate at top speed. He jumped out of his seat automatically calling back up as the car crashed through. "I need back up, some one just crashed through the gate!" he yelled into his walkie, carefully setting his sub down. "HEY YOU! STOP THAT CAR IMMEDIATLEY!" he yelled, watching the car as it sped up the front yard. Bob sat back down; his main priority now was to alert Mr. Stone. "Sorry to bother you sir, but I need you to prepare your family, someone has just drove their car through the main security gate." Bob looked to see his back up had arrived, he would let them chase the fugitive vehicle, he had no intentions of over exerting himself. Besides under circumstances like this, he could be more helpful in the post, keeping his eye on everything. *** "What is it?" Darleen asked her husband as he slammed down the phone. "some one crashed through the gate and their heading towards the house." he said rushing out of the dining room and up the stairs, Darleen fast on his heels, she knew exactly where he was going; straight to his gun case. "Davis! Diago! Dante!" he yelled to his sons. *** Maddy drove the now smoking car right up to the front door of the mansion, Veda put the rickety old top down and Bianca stood up in her seat, the girls holding her hand as she climbed to the hood. "DIAGO!" she yelled at the top of lungs. "DIAGO!" Dorian heard the familiar voice and looked out the window; he immediately picked up the phone and dialed security. "Yes sir?" Bob asked. "Did you call the police?" "Yes sir." "Good, now call Braxton Rose and tell him to remove his spawn from my property!" he spat in disgust, slamming down the phone. *** Diago knew that voice better than his own; it was the very voice that had been haunting him for the last 6 months. He walked out of his room, down the hall to the grand staircase and the huge glass window on the front side of the mansion. His heart stopped beating and his lungs felt like they had collapsed. He could barely believe his own eyes; there she stood on top of Maddy's old caddy, the sun illuminating the heavy white cloak she wore, making her look like an angel. The slight breeze lifted her mass of sooty curls and his fingers twitched, wanting to run through every lock. That's when he remembered, this girl was his enemy, and she had betrayed him worse than anyone had ever betrayed him. She had left him feeling weak and vulnerable. He hated this girl, he told her to NEVER come back! So why was she here now? *** Bianca's heart skipped to the beat of three, as she looked up into Diago's face. She had not seen him in so long; it had been the longest, hardest 6 months of her life. She wanted to fly up and kiss him, hold him as tight as she could than kiss him all over his handsome face. They both stood frozen where they were; silent and still as the world went crazy around them. Security was screaming orders through their walkie talkies, the police were pulling up to the broken gate, and his family was on their way down stairs. "Come down!" She cried. He said nothing, just staring at her, "PLEASE!" she pleaded, "I'll come up there!" she started to get down from the car. "NO!" he yelled pointing at her, "Don't you move!" she got down off the car anyway, watching him come down the stairs through the huge window. *** "What the hells going on?" Davis asked seeing his father with his gun. "Bianca Rose is on our property." "What, are ya going to shoot her?" he asked a strange look on his face. "Not a good idea." Dante said. "Come on," his father barked, "we have to find Diago!" They were going to follow their father alright, they were going to make sure he didn't do anything stupid; Dorian Stone was a different man entirely when it came to his blood enemies. *** The police were there instantly, they didn't mess around when it came to Dorian stone, and he paid triple to keep his family safe at all times. The Stone family was filthy rich, more money than they could ever spend in 33 lives; but with the good, came the bad. Being rich opened him up to a whole other world of dangers; kidnapping, bribery, ransom, the list went on and on. He had a fellow colleague whose daughter had been held for ransom, fortunately they caught the killers and he was able to keep his money, unfortunately they had never found his daughter. Money came with a price and he would never risk his family for any amount of money. *** He just stared at her for a moment, a million memories flying back to him. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. "We have to talk." she said breathlessly, still in shock that she was actually face to face with him. "No." his voice was cold and his face was blank, nothing of the Diago she remembered. "I dare you." she held out her hand, her fingers parted to show the old ratty, somewhat pink bow, he looked down at the one thing in his life that had given him pleasure. Than he looked up at her face, she was sincere now, but she was too weak, she was a liability. Hearing a scuffle, he looked to his right to see the police headed right towards them. "I'll take care of them! Get her out of here!" Maddy yelled, driving in reverse, making all the cops scatter. "Come on." Diago said as he grabbed the bow than grabbed her hand, sprinting to the side of the house. He took her deep into the garden; his great, great, great grandfather had designed a labyrinth on the property, 7 foot tall walls of rose bush covered stone. There were roses, vines, leaves and ivy crawling up the stone, giving only glimpses of the grey below the thick foliage weaves "Where are we? She asked looking around in awe at all the flowers, as he led her into the maze. He immediately found the perfect spot, a secluded little dead end, hidden by the thick twisted ropes of falling vines. "The labyrinth, it's the only way off the property." "NO!" she stopped yanking her arm from him, I am NOT leaving until we talk!" she almost stomped her foot. He stopped and turned to her. "You shouldn't be here." he said. "I had to." she said taking a step towards him, her bare feet sinking into the perfectly groomed lawn below her. The long thick jacket dwarfing her, reaching to her ankles, slowing down each step she took. "there's no reason we said everything we had to say." he said, his words so harsh, his face void of any emotion, no trace of that look that he gave her that made her melt inside, he may as well have been talking to some stranger. "I didn't." "it's to late now." he looked at her wanting to hold her and kiss her, she was a weakness to him, something that could make him feel so wonderful than turn on him and destroy him. He couldn't fall for it again, no matter how he felt about her. "no it's not!" she snapped" she rushed to him, grabbing him, he stopped her with a look that could melt stone, "please." she gasped, tears burning her eyes. She just wanted to collapse in his arms, she wanted him to hold her and tell her he forgave her. She just wanted his love and tobe able to love him freely in return. *** "Did you find your brother?" Dorian asked Dante and Davis. "No." Dante answered, Davis shook his head. "Davis check the labyrinth, Dante you check the stables." *** "I already put my family through enough, I betrayed them for you, so you could betray Me." he hissed, the feelings he thought he had buried were now raw. "I told you last time I saw you to stay away from me, there is no reason in this world for you and me to ever see each other again." "I'm sorry." "Sorry is not good enough." he hissed than froze as he heard crackling foot steps, he backed her against the wall, putting his hand over her mouth leaning against her, carefully peeking from behind the stone wall. Bianca moved his hand down from her face, her body overwhelmed with being so close to him; she was becoming over stimulated by his presence. Without thinking, only feeling, she went to her tip toes, yanked his head down and kissed him with everything she had been holding inside her. He had not been prepared for that; even if he was prepared it wouldn't have made any difference; this girl alone had the ability to knock him off his feet. Her soft full lips, she felt so familiar, so perfect, so his. How had he survived this long not tasting those lips? What fool was he that he honestly thought he could resist. Damn he loved this betraying beauty. "Diago." the two froze, looking to the side to see Davis standing there. Diago looked at him warily as he pulled away from Bianca. "They have 2 police officers waiting at the end of the labyrinth." he said, "your only chance is the servants entrance." "Thanks." Diago said, wanting to say so much more, the fact that his brother had his back meant a lot to him. "You better go." Davis grinned, "Dad's on a rampage." Diago grabbed Bianca's hand and ran out of the labyrinth; he was going around the back of the house when he saw Dante. Dante was a grouchy, mean old man trapped in a young mans body. He rarely smiled, he didn't joke, and he never cared about much except himself and business, so Diago was surprised when he ran over to him. "Go through the back door, everyone's out here searching the yard, but hurry you don't have much time." "Thanks." "Go." *** "Did you check the labyrinth?" "Yea, if he's in there he's heading towards the end, and there's two officers waiting for them." "Good." Dorian stalked over to Dante. "Did you see him?" "No, but I heard some noise coming from the woods. Dante misled him. "There in the woods!" Dorian barked into the walkie talky. They watched their father walk away. "Are they really in the woods?" Davis asked. "No, I sent then through the house." "Good, let's go to the front and make sure they make it safely off the property." *** It didn't take long for Braxton to get the call from the police; it took even less time for him and Blake to get there. Since Bianca had been gone he was able to afford a cheap car, it was covered in rust and made real strange noises, but it ran. He squealed in front of the broken gate than jumped out of his car and started running up the yard, Blake fast on his heels. "Hold!" a police officer said and Braxton and his son slowed down. "I'm here to get my daughter." *** They ran through the back door all the way through the huge first floor to the front door, looking out of the glass to make sure it was clear. He threw open the door, he thought they were free; he had taken no more than 3 steps when he heard it. "FREEZE!" Bob said with a smile, "I got them," he said in his walkie "in the front yard." Within seconds the two were surrounded, his father and brothers coming up from the left, security guards behind them. To top it all off, they looked to see Braxton and Blake being led up the front yard by the police. Bianca looked around, her breath catching in her throat as she watched them all crowd around her. They had been in this position once before and it had turned out disastrously. She closed her eyes and raised her chin; she had been someone else that last time, someone she no longer recognized! She was sick of hiding, she was sick of running and she was sick of this war, it ended today one way or another! "You hold it right there Bianca Rose!" Braxton yelled, running up to them, Dorian stone coming up on their right and plenty of security guards filling in the gap. Bianca stopped as Diago tried to keep going; she stopped dead in her tracks forcing him to stop. He may have hated her for her betrayal, but he was not going to let her go against this angry mob alone, he continued to hold her hand. "What the hell are you doing here, you're supposed to be with your aunt!" he started yelling immediately. "You can't control your own damn family Rose?" Dorian spat at Braxton. Braxton was furious he was once again humiliated by his daughter. "your an embarrassment to your family, I'm ashamed that your my daughter!" he yelled, standing close to her, he was shaking uncontrollably, I should have beat you more often!" he said right before his hand snaked out and he slapped her hard across the face. There was a series of gasps, Darleen gasping the hardest, and just as Diago was ready to pounce on the man, Bianca drew back her small hand and slapped him back across the face with all her might. "YOU'RE embarrassed to call ME daughter?!" she cried out, "I wasted my whole life trying to please you; I did everything you ever asked of me! All I EVER wanted was your love and all you ever gave me was more hate! Well fuck your love, and FUCK YOU!" her eye were glowing red, tears soaked her face, "I'm the one that's embarrassed to call you father." "You can NOT talk to me like that I AM your father and you WILL address me as so-" "You're not my father, you gave me away to that wicked Bitch of an aunt!" she yelled, half hysterical, tears pouring from her red rimmed eyes "I gave up Diago and you still threw me away!" She cried hard, "I gave up the one person that I knew loved me, just for me. He fought the world to be with me and I gave him up for you!" she yelled. "YOU!" "You have no family honor! You gave yourself to our enemy!" "Family honor?" she took of her large white cloak, "I do have family honor, but you're not my family anymore." she took off the jacket that was underneath, standing in a pair of her old sweatpants and a snug white tank top. "this is my family now," there was a chorus of gasps as they all watched her put her hands to her protruding belly, "and my family has your blood and your enemies." she smiled viciously, than turned around and started to walk away. "You filthy deceiving whore!" Braxton raged going after her. "STOP HIM!" Darleen demanded her only though to protect her unborn grandchild. "I told you she was no good, dad!" Blake yelled, "She's Stone trash now!" With out another thought, Diago's brain stuck on Bianca round belly and her father stalking towards her, Diago freaked out, jumping on the man, tackling him to the ground. As if on cue, Maddy was squealing the old caddy up to Bianca, Veda jumped out and quickly helped her in the car, holding her in the back seat as Bianca released that thick emotion she had been barley holding onto. The caddy pulled away from the chaos in the yard and the huge fight that had erupted. They had to get her out of there it was just too much stress for her condition. If she wasn't careful she would miscarry and they were not going to let that happen! "He hates me." Bianca sobbed on Vedas shoulder as Veda put her hand on her head holding her close. "It's going to be alright, we're going to get you out of here." Bianca turned around and took one last look at the man she loved. He had told her not to ever come back to him; he told her she was his enemy. She thought he had said it out of anger and frustration, but now she knew he meant it. She cried harder, knowing she was going to have her enemy's baby, all alone. Enemy Ch. 07 There was chaos on the front lawn, everyone was fighting and Diago was in the very center of the brawl. Diago had just sent a punch to Braxton's face when he looked up to see Maddy squealing the tires of her caddy back up the front yard, pulling to an abrupt halt next to Bianca. As the struggled continued around him, Diago watched with a sudden rush of anxiety as Veda jumped out of the car, helping Bianca to carefully, but quickly get into the back seat. His heart raced so fast it felt like it would implode as he watched the caddy race at top speed in reverse back through the yard than out to the street. He still could not believe what had just happened, she was like a tornado, she had ripped through their security gate, raced up his front yard, had created a 'woman' hunt, a serious brawl, slapped her father, revealed her pregnancy than was gone almost as quickly as she had appeared. A million different feelings, a thousand and one scenarios, an irrational desperation and every emotion he had ever felt rushed through his head like a wrecking ball in the 3 seconds it took for him to react. "NOOO!" he roared, towards the disappearing car, pulling himself from the police officers, security guards, his family and her family. No way in hell would he allow her to just disappear from his life again after she had just crashed back into it. Maybe logic had no place in love, maybe rationality was against the rules and thinking was against the very code of the heart. He was sick of thinking, he was sick of worrying, sick of forcing himself to hate and to not care; he wanted her, no matter what. *** What, was she crazy? Did she just hitchhike across the country to just punk out and leave? Did she slap her father across the face just to give up? HELL NO!!! FUCK THAT! "Turn the car around." she said lifting her head from Veda's shoulder. "What?" Maddy asked pushing the car to 100 miles per hour. "Turn around." "I don't think it's a good idea, B, the cops are all over us, look" she pointed behind them. Veda and Bianca turned to see the police car catching up behind them. "Oh shit!" Veda exclaimed, "Go faster!" "I'm going as fast as I can!" Maddy said, the pedal was pushed down to the floor "We're going to jail." Veda said with a grin. "They'll NEVER catch us!" Maddy smiled ear to ear, the thrill of the chase making her adrenaline pump at an accelerated rate through her body "Neither one of you are going to jail, I'm taking full blame." Bianca said firmly "No your not!" Maddy immediately objected. "We did this together!" Veda firmly stated. "NO! I'm not letting you get in ANY trouble over this! Pull over and let me out, I'm giving myself up!" "Hell no!" Maddy said from the font, looking in her rear view mirror to see the police car gaining speed behind them. "Out of the question, Veda squashed it. "This is not how I expected this to go." Bianca said watching the police car gain on them. In all honesty, she had no idea what she expected had she been stupid enough to believe Diago would just forgive her so easily? "Just pull over; prison can't be much worse than my life." She said as the police car pulled up beside them. *** It probably wasn't a good idea for Diago to jump in to the police car, but there was no other transportation available. If he took the time to get his own car, he would loose Bianca, and there was no way in hell he would allow that to happen. "PULL OVER!" he yelled towards the speeding car. All three girls turned in surprise to see Diago driving the police car, Maddy laughed and Veda exhaled the breath she had been holding for the past 3 minutes. Bianca just looked at him "PULL OVER NOW!" he roared and Maddy looked back to Bianca for permission, Bianca, still staring at him nodded her head. "Hold on girlies." Maddy said as she hit the breaks, the old caddy squealing to a smoky stop. Diago did the same, than threw open the door, rushed out of the police car and jumped into the back of the caddy landing right next to a shocked Bianca. Veda climbed over the front to the passenger seat. She opened her mouth to speak, but he grabbed her cheeks, pulling her mouth to his for a kiss. This time when there lips touched a tempestuous current sparked through their mouths, pulling them closer together, he kissed her as deeply as he possibly could, holding her even tighter. They kissed for what seemed like hours, so lost in each other, the world around them ceased to exist. Finally he pulled back, still holding her face, still amazed she was here. She breathed deeply; bringing the air back in to her lungs. He looked at her, here eyes filled with tears and he vowed to himself to never allow her to be sad again. "You better never leave me again." he said his voice deep and demanding, his eyes dead serious despite the pain shining through. "never." she shook her head, tears rolling from her red rimmed eyes. "I don't care how scared you are, know that I will always protect you, nothing can ever hurt you again." he pulled her back into his embrace, holding her tightly. That was all it took, once her head hit his chest she was letting out all of her frustration, loneliness, fear and emotion; crying like a child. Maddy and Veda sat face forward; their own tears had started falling the minute Bianca's had. The stifled their sniffles, a travel sized container of tissues between them as they silently listened to the lovers' reunion. *** The brawl ended directly after Diago took off in the police car. Security escorted Blake and Braxton Rose off the premises, with a threat of jail time if they returned. The police officers were ready to go and chase down Diago, but there boss, the main man in charge at the precinct, Charlie Owens ordered them to wait for his command. Dorian watched as Charlie Owens walked up the front yard to stand before him. "Mrs. Stone." he smiled, lifted his hat and nodded to Darleen who nodded in return. "Dorian, I have a damaged car, a stolen car and injured officers." he shook his head, "I expect this from Jake, but Diago?" "The car will be returned, all damages will be paid for by me and now you have 3 brand new cars, as well as a HEFTY donation." he said and Charlie nodded. Dorian turned to leave, wrapping his arm around Darleen before he turned back towards Charlie, "this incident disappears." "What incident." he said with a smile and turned around. Charlie was happy, every time one of the Stone boys got in n trouble, his pockets got fat and the police department really benefited. *** When they arrived at 'The Rouge', they were not entirely surprised that Pierre had been expecting them. He took them back to the room they had been in last time they were at 'The Rouge'. She stood before him their eyes locked intimately; he pulled the tank top slowly over her protruding belly, his large hands under the material as he slid it up. She lifted her arms; his hands exploring her bare skin sending a tingle up her spine than she felt a wave of cold as the shirt slid over her head and broke their eye contact for a minute. Than she stood before him, his eyes bringing the warmth back into her soul. He felt a sense of pride he had never experienced in his life, looking at this girl, the very girl he was ready to fight the world for, the girl he had told his family to fuck off for, now she was back and she was his and she had his baby nestled deep inside her. He looked down at her in awe, her body had changed and he knew he was part of the reason it was changing, her breasts were very full, her belly firm and round. She was a lot thinner than she had been, which he knew couldn't be healthy for her, he worried what conditions she had been living in. He went to his knees before her, his shaky hands going to the smooth skin of her belly. He trailed kissed down it, his hands rubbing the tight round bulge; he slipped her sweat pants down her full hips, taking them to the floor, than helping her step out of them. He stood back up his eyes relocked onto hers. "I didn't think it was possible that I could love you anymore than I did. Than I hated you when I thought you had betrayed me -" "Did betray you." the tears fell from her eyes "No you didn't, you were scared," "I'm not scared anymore." "I realized that when you slapped your father." he grinned still surprised by her actions. "Ill slap anyone who gets between me and you." she said sincerely and he pulled her even closer, kissing her "No one can ever get between me and you," he whispered against her lips "never again." He trailed kisses down her neck, than down over her breasts, loving how much larger they had gotten. He kissed around the tightening nipple, feeling her squirm, he grinned than took the peak deep into his mouth. She moaned and he wrapped his arm around her to hold her up as he increased the pressure. He lifted her up than carried her to the bed, lying her down carefully. He layer down beside her, up on one elbow just looking at her. "I really missed you." he said dipping his head to kiss her lips, trailing his hand down her body to slide between her legs. She moaned into their kiss as his fingers skillfully brought her to a quick climax. Diago watched her body as she came, than sliding between her shaky legs, he kissed her again as he slid himself slowly into her. It was his turn to groan, she felt home, exactly where he always wanted to be, deep inside of her. He pushed his hips forward gently, watching her face to make sure he didn't hurt her. He was relieved when she moaned, than rolled her hips under him. He kept her pace, sliding inside of her slowly, inching more and more in with each new stroke. She arched as she felt it begin to stir inside, her breasts thrust forward, Diago took her nipple into his mouth than slid his hand between them finding her clit already firm and ready for his fingers. She cried out as the orgasm rocked through her body, Diago held her tight, seeing her had set him off and he was cuming deep inside of her. *** "Are you happy?!" Darleen yelled, pointing at her husband, "you did this! Now my son and my unborn grandchild are gone!" Dorian was a brute, but he knew when he was wrong. "You've let this war go on to long!" she raged he nodded his head, she was right, he was miserable about this whole thing. "You fix this now!" she warned seriously. He loved his wife with everything inside of him and despite his ever changing foul moods; she had loved him just as much. He had seen her angry before and had felt the brunt of it on occasion, but he had never seen her like this. "I'm sorry." he said the words he had never said before, words that he swore would dissolve his tongue if ever spoken, and he said them whole heartedly. "Sorry is not good enough." she said even though she was momentarily stunned to actually hear him say the words. "My son loves this girl enough to leave us AGAIN! I am not going to let that happen and YOU are going to do EVERYTHING in your power to prevent it, Dorian Stone!" she snapped than stormed out. *** They sat facing each other on the enormous bed, Diago held up the pink bow. "This is the dare of all dares Bianca, the dare that wins the game." he said looking into her eyes "Dare me." she grinned, opening her hand to take the bow. "Marry me." he said, instead of dropping the bow in her hand, he untied it for the first time, turning her hand over, and he tied the bow around her finger, over top of his mothers ring. "Are you doing this because you want to or because you think it's the honorable thing to do?" she asked her hand going to her belly, "if you marry me for the wrong reason, you'll hate me in the end, when it's just me, you and a baby. No family. "I don't think you understand, I meant what I said before you left," he took her hand back n his, "I don't need anyone else but you." he said with all of his love written all over his face. "so lets get married, lets start our own family, no feuds, no hate, just us and lots more babies." he smiled, pulling her to him. "yes." she nodded her head, tears rolling from her eyes, "that's what I want." He smiled than leaned in to kiss her. And kiss her he did, he kissed her like it was the first time he had ever kissed her; he kissed her for all the months he was starved for her. He kissed her until he thought they would both swoon from lack of oxygen and than he kissed her some more. *** Blake couldn't sleep; he was over come with guilt. What the hell had he become? He wasn't always like this, he had a heart once, he had loved once and he had been loved. He was confused, half of him was angry at her for having their enemy's baby, the other half wanted to hold her and tell her how sorry he was, how wrong he had been. He had gone to far this time, he had absolutely crossed the line, he had slapped her. No matter what, he had no right to put his hands on her. *** After a week of seclusion in the safe haven of 'The Rouge', they knew they had to go back to the real world and deal with the issues at hand. "We can do this." Diago said taking Bianca's hand. "What's the worse that can happen?" she asked "I think it already happened." he smirked. "It can't get any worse," she looked up at him "can it?" "No, but if it does, we're ready for it." he said reassuringly, "I'd fight them all to be with you." he kissed her hand. "You already have," she winked with a smile "now it's my turn." *** "We're going to get my car keys out of my room, get my car from the garage, than were out of here." Diago said, helping her out of the taxi, holding her hand. Bianca looked up at the huge Stone mansion, remembering the last time she was here "I don't want to go in." she said taking a step back, he held her hand tight, "They have nothing to do with out life anymore, it's just me and you." he kissed her quick, "come on." he led her into the house. Bianca froze three steps in when she looked up to see his parents coming down the stairs. She took a step back but Diago held her tight, stepping before her. "I'm getting my keys than I'm leaving." he said. "No, you don't have to leave." his mother said coming to stand before them, "this is your home," she said to Diago than turned to Bianca, "and yours too." she took Bianca's hand. "I don't care who your parents are, I don't care what your last name is, my son loves you with all of his heart and I can see clearly just how much you love him in return." she took Bianca into her embrace, "our home is your home." she said so passionately Bianca believed her. "This is for you." Dorian said and Diago looked at him warily, as Dorian handed him an envelope. "It's an early wedding present, a deed to your new house." he said. Diago was speechless, "but I want the two of you to stay here until it's completely finished." Diago stood speechless, afraid his father's body had been snatched by aliens who had mistakenly replaced it with a heart installed. "Thank you." Bianca whispered, seeing Diago's minor stupor. "No, it's you who deserves the thanks, your giving me my first grandbaby, there is no better gift in this entire world," Dorian said than smiled ear to ear, shocking the hell out of Diago who still stood there dumbfounded. "Except maybe a new daughter." Darleen said with a smile than hugged Bianca again. Diago looked at his father, his father winked and Diago's eyes almost bulged out of his head in surprise. "Get settled in, than come down for dinner" Dorian said, wrapping his arm around his wife. "I really am sorry for all the trouble." Bianca said. Dorian stopped, hearing the words, than went to stand before Bianca "I know exactly why my son went to war for you, your brilliant, beautiful,, a little dangerous," he took her hands in his with a side grin on his face that reminded her of Diago, "and now your my family." he smiled than kissed Bianca on the fore head, "there's nothing to ever be sorry for." *** The wedding Brittany tinsel stood out side of the door waiting for Davis and Dante to leave Diago alone. She needed to talk to him, this was her last chance, he was getting married in less than an hour. She had been trying unsuccessfully to see him since he got back, everyday bringing a new level of fury to her. She had to work her magic; she had to stop this wedding! She refused to let that gutter snipe win, diago had been hers since the day she had layed claim on him in the 9th grade and she had openly fought all girls who tried to steal him. She hid in a doorway down the hall as she watched them walk out of Diago's room. She waited until they were out of sight than slipped inside. Diago stood in front a mirror, straightening his tuxedo he looked up at her in the full length mirror. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I have to talk to you." she said coming to stand before him, "you have to stop this wedding!" she cried, "What?" "You can't marry her, I love you Diago, pleas," she tried to hug him, he held her at arms length. "Brittany, I am in love with Bianca-" "No your not!" "Yes I am." he said very seriously. "She doesn't love you like I love you," "That's enough-" "NO! That baby isn't even yours!" "Shut up! He roared "You have to listen to me, she is sleeping with Wes, her brother told me, it's not your baby" "Get out!" "You have to believe me-" "What the fuck?" Davis and Dante stormed in hearing their brother yelling, "Get her the fuck out of here!" he raged, shoving her towards them. "Please, Diago, I love you! She's a lying slut and she's fucking all of your friends" she yelled as they removed her from the room, Diago slammed the door with a curse. *** "Oh look, their dragging that bitch Brittany tinsel out." Maddy said looking out of the window. "What?" Bianca gasped, both her and Veda rushing to look out of the window. Bianca gasped watching Diago's brothers carrying her out while she screamed and kicked at them. "What is she doing here?" "Starting trouble, no doubt." Maddy said shaking her head "Why else would she come." Veda added wanting to strangle Brittany for her obvious attempt to sabotage this wedding. *** Brittany was furious and could not control her rising temper. She stormed back in and went straight to Bianca's room. "You slut!" she yelled throwing open the door; all three girls looked at her. "You dirty fucking-" she charged at Bianca but Veda grabbed her just in time. "Are you out of your mind bitch?!" Veda yelled taking her straight down to the floor. "Why are you always starting trouble?" Maddy looked down at her in repulsion. "Because Diago is mine!" she yelled at Bianca, her face scarlet. "If he's yours than why is he marrying your enemy?" Maddy smirked smugly. "Because she tricked him in to marrying her," she sneered than turned back to Bianca, "you had to use a baby to steal him from me, he doesn't want you, and he's only marrying you because you're pregnant!" "Brittany you're making a fool of yourself." Bianca said in disgust, almost feeling sorry for the girl. "You know that's not his baby, you've been fucking all of his friends and I have proof!" she screamed as she tried to get up "you scummy fucking slut!" "Oh fuck this." Veda said sending her fist into Brittany's jaw. Brittany slumped to the floor. "Finally, I thought you'd never shut that bitch up." maddy grinned. "Grab her arm, we'll drag her out." Veda said grabbing Brittany's other arm, "We'll be right back." "Let's drape her over the dumpster." maddy joked as they pulled her out, shutting the door behind them. Bianca turned back to look at herself in the large oval mirror when the door flew back open. she turned to see an obviously worried Diago. Enemy Ch. 07 "Are you alright?" he asked rushing over to her. "Im fine." she tried to cover herself, "your not supposed to see me in my wedding dress before the wedding." she said. He looked her over for a second, than satisfied that she was alright he grinned. "So take it off." he said than pulled her into his embrace. *** The wedding was a smash, the biggest wedding any of the guests had ever attended. Of course Darleen would have it no other way since it was her first son to be married. Darleen had set out with all intentions of throwing the most elaborate wedding she possibly could, a wedding that would have the guests talking for the next years to come. Saying she had succeeded was an understatement. The church was an archaic masterpiece that Bianca and Darleen fell in love with it the second they saw it. For the wedding its large awkwardly gothic appeal had been decorated in the most lavish of fabrics, crystal, silvers and exotic flowers. Bianca had said she wanted it to feel like heaven on the outside as much as it felt like it on the inside. So Darleen had gone to the extreme to make sure she gave Bianca a little piece of heaven on such a special day. The guests all remarked on how exquisite it all was, like a fairy tale, a few had even said. The groom wore a fitted tux and a smile filled with life, love, loyalty and lust. He was happier than he ever remembered being and was ready to finally begin his life with Bianca. The bride wore a white empire waist satin gown with a full skirt that was almost thick with enough layers to hide her condition. The train of the gown trailed almost a mile behind her, going to the main door as she stood at the alter. She couldn't stop smiling for the life of her; even Brittany's shenanigans hadn't ruined her mood. She was finally going to marry the man she loved more than life itself. Diago watched her, his heart swelled with love and pride over his bride. She was amazingly beautiful and her happiness was infectious, spreading her heart felt joy and giving a liberal dose of romance to the mood. Their love for each other had enchanted their guests; leaving them to sigh and long for more. *** Dorian watched as his nemesis walked down the long front yard to the front door where Dorian waited for him. Normally Dorian would have told security to have him arrested for trespassing, but since Dorian now loved his enemy's daughter like his own, he would let Blake talk. Blake walked up and stood in front of his enemy; he never thought this day would come. "What do you want Rose?" Dorian asked. "I never knew my grandfather," Blake said, "he was a miserable old bastard; my mother said his heart exploded because it was full of too much hate and anger. I loved my mother and I hated my father for abusing her and causing her early death, I always hated my father." than Blake's permanent scowl actually twitched, "I loved my wife, I miss her terribly, but not as much as I miss my daughter." he said, Dorian just listened seeing the pain on his foes face, "I've been a terrible father for to long, it's time I made amends. So I am starting with the root of the problem, this war between our families." Dorian lifted a brow, "our children are our future, not this war, they have gone against the rules, defied us and found a love that most would envy." "What do you propose?" Doran asked. "I propose we be the better men, lets do what our fathers could not," he held out his hand, "let's end this war." Blake said extending his hand to Dorian. Dorian had spent his life hating this man and in all reality, he never knew why, Blake had never done anything to him that was not war related. "How can I hate your bloodline when my grandchild is part of it." Dorian stated as he took Blake's hand "I declare the war between the Stones and the Roses over." Both men smiled as they shook hands. Now Blake had to convince his daughter to forgive him. *** Epilogue Rose Stone ran through the back door and out into the garden, her pale blue eyes wide with excitement. The bright colored balloons, the pink ribbons, the bows, the presents, the huge pink cake, the pony, the merry go round. It was the kind of party little girls had dreams of, a land of enchantment fit for a princess. Darleen had gone all out for this birthday; she held no expense and had created a virtual fairy tale world in their enormous garden. But in her defense, Rosie was her only grand daughter, Dorian had told her to go crazy plus she owed it to Rosie to out do last years birthday party. "Happy birthday Rosie!" her family sang out to her. "You're a big girl now, 3 years old." Darleen cooed as she picked up her beautiful grand daughter. "All for me?" Rosie smiled ear to ear dazzling everyone around her. "All for you angel." she smiled kissing her fore head. * Bianca smiled, filled with joy as she watched Rosie open present after present, her pale eyes bright with joy, her long raven curls which her father was so proud of, bounced past her shoulders. She watched as all of her relatives formed around her, all doting on their little princess. Bianca loved that her children had a large warm, close knit family that truly loved them. * "Horsy, horsy, horsy!" Rosie sang as she ran past the stone chess table. Dorian looked up from his friendly, albeit competitive game of chess, as Rosie sprinted over to the pony. "I saw that." Dorian snapped as he turned back around quickly, convinced his chess partner had cheated. "Saw what?" Blake shook his head. "You moved your queen." "No I didn't." "Yes you did." "You Stone's always think someone's cheating you." "That's because you Roses are always cheating someone. "Hey!" both men looked up to watch their grand daughter run over to them, "I'm a Roses" she smiled deeply, showing off her dimples. "And a Stones." she sat her favorite dolly Drusilla directly on top of their chess game, sending the pieces flying. "Watch D.D." she took off running back towards her grandmother. Both men looked at each other than down at their ruined game of chess and began laughing hysterically. There was no more hatred for each other or their families. Previous insults had now become jokes between the two, who were actually enjoying each others friendship. "Let's get some food." Dorian chuckled "Good idea." Blake laughed. * Braxton had met a sweet girl with long honey blonde hair and calm demeanor. He fell hard and fast and loved her so much he forgot to hate his sister. "I brought you that doll you wanted so bad." Braxton smiled at his niece handing her the doll with the elaborate pink dress. Rosie smiled even wider than ran over to her mom and dad. "here, he can hold her." she said, her smile beaming as she put the cloth doll on top of her 3 month old baby brother Dare, than climbed onto Diago's lap, still holding tight to the doll her uncle Braxton had given her. "Are you having a good time princess." he asked his arm going around her as she stood up on his lap and put a birthday hat on top of his head "Yes, I got lots of dollies and a pink truck." she plopped down in his lap and he smiled kissing the top of her head, than pushing the mass of raven locks from her eyes, "and lots more presents." He beamed with pride looking at her than looking up at her mother. They looked so much a like, same complexion, same hair which he couldn't be happier about, same smile, but she did have his eyes; same color, same shape. Dare on the other hand looked exactly like his father, same fair complexion, same eyes, same smile except dare had a head full of sooty curls, just a little looser than his sister and his mothers. Bianca smiled at Rose than pulled the doll off Dare, who woke with a pout than a cry. "He's hungry, I'll get him cake!" Rosie said sliding off her fathers lap but Diago held her before she ran off "Get your uncle Dante a piece of cake instead, he looks like he could use something sweet." he said "Ok." she chirped than ran off. "He does look mad." Bianca whispered. "He's always mad." "Not as mad as he's been lately." Bianca said seeing the root of Dante's frustration walking into the yard. "Serves him right, someone needed to give him a taste of his own medicine." Diago said watching her go straight over to Dante. Diago watched as Dante's face contorted with fury, "oh he's real pissed." "I wonder what she did this time." Bianca asked. "Lord only knows with that girl." he chuckled. Dare cried again, much louder this time, to remind them he was waiting to be fed. "He's hungry." Diago said, that all too familiar gleam in his eye. "I have to feed him." Bianca said "Good idea." diago smiled, helping her stand, "hold on," he went to his parents, "keep an eye on Rosie for a minute, Bianca needs to feed Dare." "Of course." she smiled, watching him rush over to Bianca. "Bianca do you want to take some cake sweetie?" "No thank you." she smiled. "We'll be right back." "Take your time." she smiled. "Trust me I will." diago said in Bianca's ear, walking behind her, trying to get her in the house as quick as possible, rubbing his massive hard on against her ass. "I am just going to feed him than we're coming back down to the party." she warned him with a smile, knowing how he got at times like this. "maybe." he said, pulling out the pink bow and showing it to her, "or maybe not." he knew exactly what dare would make her change her mind "I've never seen Diago happier." Darleen said to her husband. "My boy the genius, created a system to get his work down in half the time, just so he could go home and watch his wife feed his son." Dorian grinned and darleen chuckled watching them walk to the house. "We're going to have a dozen grand children by the time their done." he grinned "I hope." Darleen's smile widened. "Oh look, she opened her doll house." she said watching Rosie's face brighten up as she unwrapped the lavish doll house. "You spoil them." Dorian smiled "You should talk; they both own their own homes. You bought a custom rare Mercedes for Dare and he's not even one years old yet." she laughed. "If you don't do something about her I am!" Dante interrupted. "What's wrong?" darleen asked, already knowing. "What's wrong? She's a spoiled little brat-" he snapped. "Dante, calm down and tell me what happened-" "What do you think happened, what always happens!" he barked, so riled up he wasn't hearing anything his mother was saying. "She's not too old to get her ass beat!" "DANTE!" Darleen gasped. "Tell her to leave me alone." he snapped in frustration, than stormed off "She brings out the worst in him." Dorian said, both he and Darleen still surprised by the recent displays of anger. Tempest stood by the merry go round, holding Rosie, looking as sweet and as innocent as apple pie. Razor blades and arsenic apple pie was more like it, Dante thought as he looked at her. Her golden light brown skin and her russet curls glowing under the sons beams. Tempest looked at her target, her honey eyes on fire as a sly smile spread across her face... THE END