Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Incidente

I laughed "Because he is only mine to see."

Apollo gasped "He likes me better."

"He is straight," I smirked.

"You little cock slut," my husband complained.

"I know," I stood up "I'm sure he would fuck me if I let him."

"Nobody is fucking you," I was really surprised when he spanked me "you're Apollosexual."

•Apollo DiStefano•

It took me a long time to convince Arabella to come along with me so I can see my sister and break the man's face because he's the reason why my best friend's heart is broken.

"How do I look?" I asked my wife as we stood outside the apartment.

"Sexy as hell," she smirked.

"Good girl," I winked and then walked in as if I owned the place because I do because Allegra pays for it with the money I give her that I earned but Arabella manages it...it's still mine like Arabella.

"Little sister! Dearest rat who breaks pure hearts!" I clapped as I walked down the hallway "Arabella!" I rose an eyebrow seeing a brunette man giving me his back as he fucked my sister (at this point I don't care about who fucks Allegra, she can rot in hell for all I care but I like being dramatic hence my visit. Oh and breaking the man's face).

"Yes?" Her eyes went wide when she saw the man "another one?!"

The man stayed still and none of them talked "What can you expect from a woman like her?" I approached them and pulled the man from his hair; Allegra is a greater problem now "Matteo?!"

"I'm breaking her face," my wife approached the sofa and climbed on top of my sister "YOU BITCH!" Arabella proceeded to slap her multiple times and pull on her hair aggressively "MY BROTHER CRIED FOR HIM FOR MONTHS!" She looked over her shoulder and growled at the man "I'm killing you next," she said it so softly it made it scarier which turns me on but this is no time for boners so I threw a punch at the man.

I really don't know when or where we will end.

•Mariano Salvatore•

My asshole best friends left me alone with the babies at home but I don't want to be inside; I'll overthink everything so I'm taking them to the city for a walk, buy some things Angela asked me to buy for her and yeah, just distract myself.

Daughter number one and number two are in a double stroller and Napoleon is on a leash (this is what happens when you leave your kids with me). Angela asked me to buy a purse for her at Prada so we are at Piazza di Spagna.

"We can have some real gelato you guys, they have amazing flavors and they love me so we'll probably get them for free," both of my daughters were half asleep under their matching blankets and Napoleon was saying hello to everyone so I was practically talking on my own. "Okay, cool, you're not even five and already ignoring me."

I bought the bag for Angela and a couple of things for Arabella because I know how much she loves this brand. For Apollo I didn't get anything because he only likes Armani; I wanted to go in and get him something but I was too fucking hungry.

"Vino," I glanced over my shoulder and Valentino rushed to my side.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Can you please grab Napoleon? He is getting too chatty and we don't know what will come out of that mouth; he is a safety hazard bundle."

The bodyguard chuckled "Of course, Sir."

I tried handing him the leash but it was all tangled in my hand and I wasn't paying attention to the road assuming everyone around me would notice the big ass stroller but no.

"Ouch! You prick!" I heard a girl complain so I stopped on my tracks and looked forward to find a girl with raven black hair, skin as white as snow and yellow-green eyes "look where you're going."

I scoffed "Didn't you see my stroller?"

"You're not the only person walking around, jerk," she snapped as she limped to the nearest sidewalk where she sat down and checked her right foot.

I left the children to the bodyguards and went to check on her because I should've been looking forward "I'm sorry," I sighed as I squatted down; she had the tire tracks across her foot "this is all my fault."

"I know," she said in a tone that only Arabella has used on me.

If she's using that tone she'll have an answer like Arabella's; fucking smartass "If I buy you a gelato will you forgive me?"

The girl smirked and that's when I noticed the freckles across her face "Yes, yes I will," she put her hand out for a handshake "I'm Abra Bakkal, foot-hitter."

"Mariano Salvatore," I shook her hand gently.

One day late! Hope you enjoyed it!
Love- M

Abra Bakkal [25]

Alessandro Quintablanca [27]