You're Supposed To Be Enemies Novels & Stories

he reminded Leo. Leo smirked. “That is right, but you don’t need a badge or an army to fight the Mafia, however… You will get one if you succeed in taking them down. So fight with me and get your badge back.” Elena was silent the whole time watching the two most dangerous men she had met in her life discuss and that was when it became clear to her; even enemies could unite when they had a common enemy and therefore the saying; the enemy of my enemy is my friend, becomes valid.

The kind of look that made your skin crawl. Great. I hadn’t even been here for 24 hours, and I already had an enemy. “That doesn’t seem like a friendly look,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away. "There are no friends here. No allies, no company," Marvel said, her tone serious. "We exist for one reason—to fight for the Don. Familiarity makes you weak." Her words settled uneasily in my chest. "Stay away from people. Keep your head down. And for no reason should you try to defend yourself or match their energy—"

"He is a sneaky one. I can tell from his thoughts." "Isn't that that interesting," Father Isaiah observed. "Logan wasn't wrong. You are an interesting specimen. However, back to the topic of conversation - the enemy of your enemy is your friend. It’s time we become friends.” “If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I think that I would prefer to be friendly with the Mer.” Aislen snapped.

Black gun asked. "You don't have to want, you are already," he said, "a common enemy is enough to tight us up as teammates. Moreover, the enemy of my enemy is my friend but I will say you are my best friend cause you are not just an enemy to my enemy but the enemy to my most hated enemy" the smile on Wendigo's lips made Black gun rolls his eyes in irritation. "I can never be friends with a selfish and envious bastard like you" Black gun snorts.

My father once stated, "The enemy of your enemy is an ally. While wearing a backplate to protect yourself, work with them. Once they help remove your enemy, decide if they are your own enemy." I never understood it at the time. My father sometimes liked to talk in riddles, especially about war games, but it was ringing true now. This rogue pack was the enemy of my enemy, and although I knew not to let my guard down with them, I could use their assaults on Trinity Falls Pack as a crux to gain my own vengeance against those indebted to me.

Where enemies gather. Where we either expose them or they destroy us. No middle ground.

Was his association with me the only reason Neeb was helping us? “See?” Flame spread his arms wide “everyone has good qualities about them; even you, Omen. You will be going up against some powerful friends, but you have to stick together. You have to think of us like enemies. They will kill you if you don’t focus and work together. You are a team now; Omen is your Boss. You all want the same thing, so why not get it?” There were some weak cheers. Others raised their arms a few inches then flopped them back down.

Caleb smirked. "I figured Lucan might be a problem for us both." He paused and got even closer and with a wave of hands the guards that were lurking around excused them . "You know what that saying right ." Caleb said as soon as they left. "An enemy of your enemy is your friend ." Caleb continued . "I think he is our enemy here ." Caleb whispered. "You want revenge over having to put up that cursed woman all this year's only for him to show up ." "And I want him gone... I mean dead cause he might be a problem for me as well ."

And I was starting to regret it—curse my big mouth. “So be a good girl and do as I say… unless you want that spanking,” he added with a hint of lust in his voice, his eyes drifting to my cleavage. “I’d be stupid to give you that kind of opportunity,” I replied, rolling my eyes. He was so full of himself. I was about to walk away when he gently grabbed my hand. “I’m serious, Zara. This place may look peaceful, but it can be dangerous. I have enemies—even among these people—waiting for a chance to strike. If you notice anything strange, come straight back.”

“Go on. Sack him. I’ll take him as I leave.” “He’d like that.” I grumbled as I stared at my angry friend who was eyeing me with the kind of concern only friends could have for the most stupid member of their circle. “No, he really wouldn’t. He admires you –” “Shut up. What did he say?” I groaned, sitting down, cutting my friend off. We both knew what ‘admires’ meant and I wasn’t in the mood for bullshit. “He said you’d gotten in a fight and were in trouble.”