Smoke and secrets | 18 +

XV

-Victoria's POV-

"Where did Belle go?" Malia asked me as I walked back from the door.

"She left." I said coldly.

"Why'd she leave?" She pouted.

"She like she had to leave." I said.

"I wanted her to stay. See more of you two."

"She's not my girlfriend Malia." I said sternly to her.

"Why not?" My mamma suddenly came towards us.

"Yeah Tori, why not." Malia added.

I scoffed and turned to head outside not answering their question.

"Victoria, she's a sweet girl. Why isn't she your girlfriend?" My mamma said from behind me.

"Yeah, and I saw you two out here, and the little glances you took at her in the kitchen. Why aren't you two together?" Malia asked.

"No reason. I don't have any real reason to be with her." I stated as I took a seat next to my mother at the table.

"Oh so screwing April is still on the table. I get it." Malia said.

"Malia." My mother scolded.

"But it's true right? She was here this morning. I actually have such a distaste for that woman." Malia said as she sat herself down and picked up some of the salad.

She's not wrong. April was here this morning. Not my finest moment with her but I have a lot on my mind. I've got a lot of pent up frustration and I rather not take it out on the wrong person.

April just happened to be there.

"Let's not scrutinise your sister for her actions, Malia." Mamma said in her most judgmental tone.

"I'm sure you have your reasons, farfalla." My father said.
(Translation: butterfly.)

"And the saints die with her." Malia said as she rolled her eyes.

"Alessandro and his future daughter can have it. He's second in the plan right?" I countered.

"Amore that isn't the plan. The plan is and was always to have your future children take over us, like it has been for years." My mamma set her knife and fork down. I could tell this whole ordeal was annoying her.

"Grazie mamma." Malia said. "Belle is sweet, so I don't understand why you're still screwing April." She added.

"Malia—"

"Alright. Malia, your sister's relationships have nothing to do with us. Victoria has plenty of time to 'screw' around before she settles and has some kids, the next saints." My mamma stated ending whatever argument was going to arise between me and Malia.

"It would be nice to have piccoli nipotini around the here." My papa said mindlessly.

"Grazie, and worst case. Malia's children could be the next of us." I said coldly.