Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"Was it love, or was it obsession? Either way, she was mine and I was hers."
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- H A R L A N - E M E R I C - M A R C H E T T I -
They say obsession drives one mad.
I would know, for I'm one of those people, standing in the literal garden of love and obsession.
Something dark and primal ran through my veins as I stared at the limp body of the delicate and fragile girl in my arms. Her soft cheeks flushed, her dark hair flowing back and her rosy lips slightly parted as she took in small puffs of air.
Her eyelashes fluttered as if she was dreaming. About me, hopefully, I think.
I pick her up bridal style and carry her towards my approaching car, the driver comes out immediately with Tommy behind him, the pink rose in her hand fallen on to the ground, crushed beneath my feet and long forgotten, just like her freedom.
"Already?" Tommy asked, looking at the porcelain doll in my arms while I can't seem to take my eyes off her and only nod once.
"Get in. You're one sick fucker, you know that?" Tommy says as I get in with the angel in my arms and hold her close to my body, her own soft one moulding perfectly into mine.
Like she was always meant to be mine. And if she wasn't, I'd make sure she was.
"Tell me something I don't already know. I've been patient long enough." I tell him calmly as the driver starts to drive.
"Where to, sir?" The driver asks as I look out the window and the passing scenery.
"Home." I say and glance back at the angel in my arms when she stirs, unintentionally grinding herself against me and I dig my fingers into her at the burn of pleasure rippling through me before adjusting myself.
It's been long enough. She's mine now.
Reaching home, Tommy opens the door for me and I carry my girl up to my house in my arms, the door opening suddenly and my mother appearing worried on the other side.
I cast a sharp glance towards Tommy who looks away guiltily while I clench my teeth in annoyance.
"Oh dio mio, Arlo! What on earth have you done?" (Oh my God) She asks worriedly when I grunt.
"I need to take her inside, mamma." I try to be patient when she glares at me and huffs.
"I told you to be patient with her! You're going to scare her away!" She says and I nearly roll my eyes but think better of it as I step around her and walk inside.
"I'm not a patient man. You know that very well, so get used to it. It had been long enough, and I couldn't wait any longer." I all but growled when my father appears in my way.
