Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Pugnale

"Mariano, pack your bags," those words broke my trance.

"No, I don't want us to go home because of me—"

"We are not going home," Apollo said "not our New York home."

"Then where are we going?" I sniffled looking between them.

"To do something we should've done since the beginning," Arabella said rubbing my chest in circles "I'm going to kick Allegra's ass; we are going to Italy."

"How do you know she's in Italy?" I sniffled "have you—"

"No, she took her bodyguards; I swear that girl doesn't know how to escape," Apollo complained as he threw their empty suitcase to the bed.

"But I don't want to interrupt this vacation," I stood up and helped Arabella "Valentina has already done enough—"

"We can't enjoy this vacation or any other until you're okay, at least at peace and get an explanation from silicon titties," after Allegra had our daughters, she complained a lot about how her breasts were not firm enough so she had them done.

"I love you so much," I sobbed as I hugged Arabella tightly "Apollo, why are you my friend?"

He laughed "Get your filthy hands off my cock slut."

Arabella turned around with her hands on her hips and Apollo immediately took a step back "What the fuck did you just say?"

"That I can't wait to have some good pasta! Mhhh! Mamma Mia!" Apollo exclaimed.

I smiled weakly; they're the only ones who can make me laugh when I'm at my worst "I'll go pack."

"You want me to help?" Arabella offered.

I glanced at Apollo and he nodded "All right."

It took us about an hour to be ready to leave, I'm sad because I would've preferred they stayed here to have a relaxing vacation instead of having to fix my problems; they know I won't be able to do it myself because I'm stupidly in love with a woman who doesn't even remember she has two daughters who need her more than I'll ever do.

The plane ride was calm, the babies were asleep all the time so the three of us drank stupidly except for Arabella who stopped at one bottle because we have to have some consciousness in this household.

Finally in Italy, there were four cars waiting for us which is great, I've never known who fixes this (probably Apollo's assistants or Andrea). They took us to the residence where Napoleon and my girls were born, we unpacked, changed, had some lunch and finally Arabella came to tell me and Apollo that she was going to see Allegra. Arabella can't keep it low key so she's wearing a white dress underneath a baby blue coat, a pair of heeled boots the same colors and a white straw hat.