Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: A parte e insieme

•Apollo DiStefano•
•TWO WEEKS LATER•

"I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME SEÑORITA! I WISH IT WASN'T SO DAMN HARD TO LEAVE YA BUT EVERY TOUCH IS OO LA LA!" when I looked at my wife she had an I'm filing for divorce face.

"Where did my Sinatra go?" she tilted her head.

I chuckled approaching the bed "Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette, Strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare, Sotto il cielo di Roma," I sang softly as she likes it.

"That's Dean Martin you dumbo," she slapped my hand away since it was going up her thigh and that melts her like butter on a pan "I have to tell you something important."

I shook my head "Down each avenue or via, street or strata, You can see 'em disappearin' two by two, On an evenin' in Roma!"

Arabella looked at me dead in the eye "Apollo," she warned.

"Fine," I knelt down in front of her and kissed up her right leg slowly "tell me, princess."

"Recently I st–"

•Arabella DiStefano•

I tried and destiny stopped me so it's not time to tell him.

Thank God.

Andrea came into the room and said there was an emergency so he's taking care of that while I take care of my business; maybe I couldn't tell him but I can tell you. I dream night and day about having my own empire and I did not inherit one but that doesn't mean I can't start my own, one where women support each other and have fun together.

"Are they here?" I asked Sofía as she took my white coat then looked at myself in the mirror as I entered the elevator and admired my red knee-high leather boots, leggings, white turtleneck sweater and the harness with two guns and two knives.

"Yes, Mrs. DiStefano," Sofía insisted on calling me that when we are here so everyone understands that this is a monarchy in which I'm the queen.

"Perfect," I flipped my hair and turned around facing the elevator doors "let's start," I took my wristwatch off and handed it to my assistant as I walked towards the middle of the room where there are 15 girls waiting for me "Good morning." None of them said it back so I raised my voice "Good morning!"

They all said he back but in a lazy tone; we'll work on that.

"You," I pointed at a blonde "stand up." The girl stood up and took her white leather jacket off "Name?"

"Magdalene Brooks," she replied crossing her arms.

"Why are you comforting yourself?" I pointed at her arms "are you frightened?"

She shook her head and her straight hair bounced "No, ma'am."

"Mrs. DiStefano," I corrected her "you may call me Mrs. DiStefano."

Magdalene nodded "What do you want me to do?"

I sat down at her chair and she turned around to keep on facing me "You haven't answered my question; are you frightened?"

"I did–"

"With a lie," I smiled as I tilted my head to the right.

"No, Mrs. DiStefano; I would never."

"Yes you would, why would you admit to being frightened when I'm looking for fearless women?" I unsheathed the gun on my left side and handed it to her "point it at me."