Their safe haven

Chapter eleven🫶🏼

Evelyn's pov

Angelo grabbed my hand and walked into the kitchen with me quickly trying to follow behind him. Damn him and his long legs. Once we got in the kitchen I saw a gorgeous woman around Sergio's age leaning against the counter.

I smiled at her and she glared at me making me quickly look away. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes that looked like a beautiful ocean, and she had very pale skin but it fit her well. She wore light blue shorts and a cute black shirt that held her in all of her curves and she looked like a model if I weren't for the glare on her face.

I grabbed onto Angelo's arm and he looked down at me. "So school?" He chuckled and nodded his head making me get excited. "Thank you!" I smiled at him and then quickly changed once I realized that I probably looked stupid.

Sergio was sitting by the girl and when he saw me he quickly got up. I gave him a small smile as he scooped me up in his large arms. "How are you feeling chicken?" I shrugged and he nodded while kissing my forehead.

The girl got up and stood next to Sergio and I looked over at her and gave her a small but timid smile. Sergio grabbed the girl's hand and introduced her to me. "Rachel, this is my sister Evelyn." Rachel glared at me and I tried to keep a smile on my face.

As they were walking away I heard her mumble something along the lines of 'slut' or 'cunt' I turned and faced Marco with a smile, pretending I didn't hear her nasty words.

Marco bent his hand down and grabbed mine, I looked over a pot to see pasta noodles. "Say it with me...la pasta del pecote." I looked up at him and shook my head. There was no way I was pronouncing that!

He shook my hand and I sighed while trying to say the word. "La pasta...del pe-cote?" I felt a presence behind me and I turned my head to see Alessandro smiling down at me.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered while glancing up at Marco. "Say vaffanculo.." I have no clue what it means so I shook my head. "It means I like pasta." I looked at Marco and smiled.

Marco was stirring the pasta when I cleared my throat making him look down at me. "Vaffanculo!" His eyes got wide and it finally hit me that I did not just say I like pasta.

(Translation: Fuck you, or fuck off.)

The door to the kitchen opened and Luca walked in with a confused look. "What the hell is wrong with you guys." I grabbed Alessandro's hand and he tried to keep a laugh in.

Marco bent down to face me and held my cheeks in my one hand. "Don't say that, it's a bad word." I nodded my head as Angelo walked over and told Luca what I said.

Lucas's head snapped his head over to me and I tried to shrink behind Alessandro. I tugged at Alessandro's shirt and he reached behind his back and patted my head.

"She didn't mean it. I told her to say it, she had no clue what she was saying." I mentally thanked Alessandro for sticking up for me but I was still confused about what I said.

Luca rolled his eyes and grabbed a water from the fridge before leaving up the stairs. I sighed once he was out of sight and Sergio came over to my side and ruffled my hair.

I huffed and tried to smooth out my now frizzy hair. "Not funny Serg. I just fixed my hair." I tried to glare at him but they all chuckled and ruffled my hair making me leave it in its frizzy state.