DAMIEN: Book 2 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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"You are... my fi-re. The one... desi-re."

"Shut the fuck up," I grumble into the bedsheets.

"Tell me why!"

"I swear to-"

"Ain't nothing but a heartache!" Zac choruses from the kitchen.

"Tell me why!" Gufo carries on, jumping on the bed with my hairbrush as a microphone.

"Ain't nothing but a mistake!"

"I'll break your mother fucking kneecaps," I promise.

"Tell me why!"

"I never want to hear you sa-y."

They both join in together, "I want it that way!"

I mumble something into my pillow, burying it deeper into the sheets as my back tenses.

"Sorry Chlo, what was that?" Damien teases.

"Run," I grunt as I push myself off the bed and launch myself towards the guy I like. His eyes widen in panic and he lets out a small squeak before sprinting out of the bedroom. In shorts and his grey top, I chase after him as he rounds the kitchen island, desperately grappling onto Zachary and holding him in front as a human shield.

"You woke me up," I grumble.

"Yes, we have a very good reason, don't we Zac?"

"B-breakfast," he stutters, almond eyes wide and fearful. "Please don't hurt me!"

My eyes narrow, "Coffee."

"Yes!"

I take a seat next to Toro and sigh, "How the hell do you live with them?"

He clears his throat, to my surprise he actually replies, "I ignore it."

Trying not to freak out I continue, "I've got a quick temper."

"So do I, I find music and alcohol helps."

I snort in laughter as Damien slides me a mug, Zac promptly providing an English Traditional breakfast for me and Toro, pecking him on the cheek before retrieving his and Gufo's. I take a long sip of coffee and sigh in content, closing my eyes as the familiar beverage pours down my throat.

"Better?" Damien questions.

"Much," I grin. "Coffee makes everything better."

"Please don't drink too much though—"

"It's causes the baby to become underweight," I inform proudly. "I know. I'm not allowed over two hundred grams, therefore I'm only have a cup in the morning."

He grins, "You've been reading."

"I know, what do you think is my favourite past time?" I roll my eyes. "Just because I don't normally parade around knee deep in my nerdiness doesn't mean I don't enjoy reading. Fun fact: I have glasses. Well, had, but I sort of broke them."

"How?"

I smile, "I rugby tackled my brother. He broke my phone, I broke his wrist which only meant I broke my glasses though."

He shakes his head in amusement, "You're a strange one."

"Tell me about it, but Henry was stranger. When I was little and Michael Jackson's Thriller was on in every party, I was always frightened of the video. To make things worst, Henry found out and told me that every full moon Michael came back as a werewolf with his zombie army to find me."

He chuckles, "That's cruel. Leone was always the trouble maker, Toro always tried to keep the peace. Especially since Leone and I were afraid of Toro."

"Afraid? Why were you afraid?"

"They knew who was boss," Toro nonchalantly replies.

The doors bursts open revealing a scrawny teenage boy, eyes wide and filled with dread, "Gufo! I am so sorry for interrupting, it's just that I need to show you something regarding... project Corvo."

"Project who?" I ask as Damien abruptly stands up and walks towards the kid, muttering something underneath his breath. The kid nods in reply before exiting, along with the man of many secrets; the man with many secrets that I'll figure out tonight.

"The hell was that!?" I exclaim in confusion,  blinking in surprise.

Zac shrugs, "Happens sometimes. They're leaders of a gang Chloe, sadly sometimes they can't stay for breakfast."

"That was one time," grumbles Toro into his breakfast.

"I made waffles."

"What was that Project he said?" I ask Toro who raises a brow and shrugs. "No, you do know 'cause you speak Italian. What does that word mean? Beginning with 'C'."

"The entire reason for a secret word to be made up is for others to not know what it means."

"Cry me a river, I'm the woman holding his child, the woman he wants to be with— give me answers Toro," I grumble.

Toro simply drinks the rest of his coffee before standing up, giving me a long look before turning and exiting the suite. Zac sighs and rolls his eyes, "He's so dramatic. When he's drunk, he is the most talkative guy on the planet that you want to shut him up. Alone, he is such a tease you want to smack him. Throw him in with different people he builds his walls back up and doesn't speak to nobody."

I frown, that's sad.

Zac blinks as if remembering something and a grin splits his face, "I've got news! Your bedroom is finished so we can move you in today. It looks really nice, very minimalistic, very warm and sweet."

"Oh," I mumble, my lips tugging downwards slightly. "That's...good."

His grin widens and he sings, "You don't want to go."

"So?" I huff. "Just because I somewhat enjoy Gufo's company doesn't mean I won't move rooms. In fact, I'm happy I'm changing rooms, he snore loudly anyways."

Later on that night, after Zac moves me into the bedroom with my things, I try and get to sleep. The walls are painted white, curtains are a crushed, dull pink matching the occasional pillow on my grey bed and chair. A bookshelf displays a variety of books from romance to fantasy, standing proudly next to my wardrobe and chest of draws. A desk is to the left of the bed, fitted with a new computer and stocked with stationary supplies and a printer. Despite how perfect the room is for me: why am I not sleeping?

After a further twenty minutes of rolling around, trying to get comfortable and content, I give up and get up in defeat. Slipping on a robe and slippers, I quietly leave the room only to walk up the hallway to the familiar door of the De Luca Brother's suite. I push it open, being greeted by darkness due to the lateness of the night, probably turning into early morning as I tiptoe to the bedroom on the left. Opening the door, it's quiet and I almost feel guilty for walking in. Almost. This girl's got to sleep, so ima do anything I have to do to accomplish that.

I slip beneath the sheets on my side of the bed and sigh with happiness due to the familiarity and the smell of him. I snuggle in deeper, my eyelids already heavy as his arm wraps around my abdomen from behind, pulling himself flush against me.

"Took you long enough," his croaky, deep voice whispers into my ear before exhaling into relaxation, the two of us falling asleep.