(Silently Drowning Series - Book Two)
Maybe that's it. We eventually go numb; because you can't break a heart that's already broken.
Maxwell Augustus; A boy who has seen nothing but hatred, yet somehow he's filled with so much love. Covered in scar...
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Maxwell Augustus
"Maxie?" Romeo finally speaks up.
Twenty minutes ago he quietly entered my office and sat in a chair against the back wall, without saying a single word. It was a bit odd but I figured he would talk eventually.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing... Nothing's wrong... Everything is great." He mumbles.
I quickly turn around, rolling my chair over to him before taking his larger hands in mine, "Romeo, seriously... What's going on?"
He sighs, never breaking eye contact, "I want you to meet my family."
"Uh... Romeo... I'm sorry to break it to you, but I've already met your family... I literally work for them."
"No, I want you to meet them... As my boyfriend... Not my ridiculously intelligent but goofy best friend. How about I bring you to dinner tonight... My dad loves you so I'm sure there won't be any issues if you show up at the table... Manny is there almost every night."
"What? Are you sure? I don't want you to do anything you aren't ready for."
"I feel like I could do anything with you by my side."
"That was stupidly cute. Fuck it, let's do it."
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"Why does Romeo look like he's ready to puke?" Matteo asks as he takes his seat beside his sister.
"Son, what's going on?" Mr. Ferrari asks.
"Oh.. Um.. I want to formally introduce everyone to Maxwell Augustus... My boyfriend."
"It's about fucking time." "No." Papa and Lorenzo say at the same time.
"What do you mean no?" Alessandro asks as all of the attention turns towards Lorenzo, I find myself reaching for my boyfriend's hand under the table to provide him some form of comfort, terrified I know where this conversation is heading, he accepts it, resting our interlocked hands in his lap.
"I mean no. Now what the hell do you mean by 'It's about fucking time.' Did you know about this shit?" Lorenzo asks, his voice is harsh and cold.
I so badly wanted to say something, but I won't. Right now is not about my dislike turning into hatred for Romeo's eldest brother. Right now all my focus is on my boyfriend and how his knee bounces up and down when the room grows silent, or the way his grip tightens when I try to pull my hand away.
I will have plenty of colorful things to say to him at a later date, right now is not the time.
"I had a hunch." Mr. Ferrari stated while giving me a not so subtle wink, I'm sure my face is now bright right as I attempt to bury my head in Romeo's shoulder.
