Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Cenere

"I made a pro—"

"If something happens to any of them shoot me as many times as you can before I die. Just make me suffer as much as possible," tears sprung my eyes "and tell her I love her even if I'm just a pile of ash—"

"You're going to tell her yourself," he entered my bathroom and came out with the first aid kit. "Artemis would hate to see you like this," he sat on my side of the bed because I've been on Arabella's side since last night.

I shrugged "I've disappointed her so many times; this isn't new."

"Shut up and listen," the man yanked the bottle out of my hand and poured it onto my wound.

"Motherfucker!" I sat up groaning at the stinging. Part of me wanted to punch him but the other part of me really needed that to wake up from my conscious slumber.

A deep sigh left his mouth as he grabbed my wounded arm and tapped on the slit with a gauze "You can't give up. They're your family Apollo."

"I told her that everyone who loves her dies," I sniffled feeling dizzy at the memory of me yelling at her after forcing her out of the shower and leaving her naked; I humiliated her for no reason, she is not to blame for any of this but I was so angry at myself...not an excuse, there is no valid excuse.

Mariano glared at me; he wanted to yell at me, I'm sure "She's the strongest person I know, she doesn't need you and keep in mind that if you ever find Napoleon or if she does first; she might not stay."

"What do you mean if she finds him first?"

"Do you think she left to drink down her problems? She's a woman; what she wants she gets," he stated.

•Arabella DiStefano•

"Hi," the man standing in front me smiled "your husband would kill me if he knew I was in the same room as you."

"Well," I cleared my throat taking my sunglasses off "he is nowhere near this place."

"Perfect," he took his jacket off "what do you need from me, Arabella?"

"Weapons," I poured whiskey into a glass for him "lots of them."

"Thank you," Ilya took the glass "what kind? Knives? Handguns?"

"Yes," I nodded "I don't have any money right now but—"

"You don't need to pay for them Arabella," he took a sip of his drink "friends don't need to pay, besides...I know what's going on."

I took a sip of my water trying to hide the lump at the back of my throat "What are you talking about?"

"The reason why you're here and not with your husband, why your eyes are bloodshot; Viktor called me, said you would probably come to me for the reason we are here today."

"He shouldn't have done that," I rubbed my face frustrated.

Ilya stood up and squatted down beside my seat "I'm glad he told me, that way I can tell you that I'm here for anything you might need."

My hands gently cupped his face "You're far too kind."

"Viktor has always been a great friend and I would do anything to get in your husband's nerves," he got up with his eyes on me "maybe we could have sex—"