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...
"I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed, get along with the voices inside of my head"
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"They want to meet you." He tells me in a low voice after a while when I frown.
"Who?" I ask, confused.
"Miro and Tommy." He says when I wince.
"Do I have to?" I pouted, which he was quick to smooth out with his thumb.
"No."
"But it's rude..." I trail off with a sigh and look back at him, "Fine, let's get it over with, I'll have to face them sooner or later anyway."
Together, we make our way down and I stay glued to his side as we enter the living room where the boys are seated.
"If it isn't the lady of the house!" Tommy chirped happily when I entered and I smiled shyly as I waved at the two.
"Hello." I say and avert my gaze when they both share a smirk as they glace at Harlan and I's joined hands.
"So, how are the wedding preparations coming along? I know they can be quite a pain in the ass." Ramiro says.
"We're done with nearly everything." I informed them and saw them nod.
"So I'm assuming everything is good between you two?" Tommy looked between me and Harlan who sat unbothered with his legs spread open as I forced myself not to look at him.
"He's tolerable, I guess." I shrugged nonchalantly and felt Harlan glaring at me from the side as Tommy and Miro grinned slyly as they shared looked with each other.
"Hm, seemed quite tolerable from our eyes when we came here." Tommy commented and I nearly choked on air as my face turned beet red and I felt Harlan run my back.
"Vi avevo detto di non sollevare l'argomento." (I told you to not bring it up.) Harlan spoke harshly, glaring daggers at the two as I shrunk in my seat and they also backed off.
"Sorry, Azalea, Tommy doesn't usually have a filter on." Miro slapped the back of said man's head who winced and scowled, "And you owe me and Roberto fifty bucks."
"For?" Harlan asked and Miro smirked as Tommy groaned.
"We had a bet." Miro said and Harlan scoffed.
"You lot act like children," He scolded, "What was it this time?"
"That you'd be a changed man the next time we met, which was today, and that there'd be progress between the two of you." Miro said slyly when I flushed under the men's gazes and looked away as Tommy caught my eye who winked.
"I was right, fucker." Miro said victoriously as Tommy took out his wallet begrudgingly and handed Miro the money who took it more than happily.
"Do you all do this a lot?" I asked after a few moments when everyone turned to me.
