Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Troppo

"Get—" the door behind me opened and when I turned around I found Apollo "Angela your friend better run."

"Who the fuck are you?" Apollo growled looking at the man.

Nathan quickly pulled up his pants "I'm your sister's boyfriend."

I chuckled "He really wants to die."

My husband approached him and towered him "Did you touch my sister?"

The man nodded looking up at my husband "Yes, many times."

"Shut up!" Angela exclaimed and stood between his brother and Nathan "Apollo, please let's be civilized about this! Arabella, help, please."

I sighed approaching Apollo "Handsome, come on," I touched his back "he's not worth it."

"How dare you profane my sister in my home?!" Apollo yelled angrily.

I looked at Angela and shrugged.

"She is my girlfriend! I can fuck her wherever I want!"

"Shut up!" I yelled looking at the man "do you want to fucking die?!"

"I'm not scared of him, the news are just rumors—" Apollo pulled out his gun and Nathan took a step back "woah woah woah!"

"Apollo," I scolded as I heard Napoleon crying by the door "don't."

"Leave woman," he ordered.

"Stop it, now," I growled "Andrea can take care of him."

"Yeah he can take his body out of the house in a hydro flask once I dissolve it in acids!"

Napoleon cried harder "Fine, fix this however you want but you're not sleeping in our bed," I rushed out of the room and picked up Napoleon. "Come on baby, daddy is a jerk," I rushed up to the top floor and into the master bedroom. "Do you want to take a bath? Let's take a bubble bath," I said softly, trying to calm him down.

My son was hugging my neck tightly as his face was hidden in the crook of my neck and he didn't calm down until I started taking his clothes off "Papà," he whimpered.

(Daddy.)

I sighed "Sì, il donatore di sperma è un cretino e non dorme qui."

(Yes, the sperm donor is a dickhead and he is not sleeping here.)

I stepped into the tub, holding my baby and he forgot about everything as he played with the bubbles, then I heard the bathroom door opening "Don't," I stated.

"Princess—"

I gazed at him "I said: don't."

He approached the bathtub "What else could I do?"

"Not pull out your gun in front of our son," I said sternly. "We've talked about this, Apollo, so many times; we can't have another kid if you don't understand the rules."

"The rules are fucking bullshit!" He said angrily and Napoleon started crying again "he is going to be the capo one day!"

"I was born to be your wife but that doesn't mean I had to be trained like I was!" I shouted in desperation and Napoleon cried harder.

Apollo leaned on the double sink and sighed frustrated "I'm sorry..." he looked at me and there were tears sliding down his cheeks "I'm so sorry, princess."

I held my son closely and pecked his head as I rubbed his back "Apollo why are you crying?"

"I'm fucking everything up..." he said softly "This month has been fucking awful, I barely see you, whenever I'm with Napoleon I'm angry and he cries—"

"Apollo, we are never going to be experts at parenting or marriage," I sighed. "Baby," I looked at Napoleon and he looked at me with his big blue eyes "do you want papà?"

Napoleon looked over his shoulder at his father and nodded "Amo, amo papà."

My husband sobbed softly and it seemed as if his shoulders weighed a lot less after that "Amo amo, piccolo."

Apollo needs a vacation, I think we all do.