Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Cenere

"Ilya!" I chuckled weakly.

"Yeah yeah," he groaned "but I mean it; anything you need to find little Napoleon."

"Thank you, Ilya," I got up on my feet and wrapped my arms around his torso gently "you're a good man."

"Da, da," he gently hugged me back but then did it strongly "if you don't want Apollo back once you find this motherfucker, you can always marry me."

(Yes, yes)

"You're really funny," a weak smile appeared on my face as I gazed up at him "when can I get my weapons?"

"I'll make the call and they will be here tomorrow night but please lie down and sleep, you don't look well."

"You know," my eyes filled with tears "I shouldn't tell you this," my voice cracked "because the last time he wasn't the first to find out either but he hates me now," tears escaped my eyes uncontrollably. "I'm pregnant," sobs just came as tsunami waves and I wasn't able to keep afloat.

"Bozhe moy," he whispered.

(Oh my god)

Ilya Zharkov. He's the boss of a big Russian mafia, the kind that sets an example for all the other Russians. The Smirnovs feared him to the bone. Maybe you're wondering how we came to become acquaintances and eventually good friends, well, there was a party. A party like the ones Gatsby threw in the book, it was a meeting between the crown families and my husband made me go even though I wasn't required.

They had their fucking meeting where they just fought in different languages until they bonded over whiskey. I've told you mafia man are teens.

Anyway, I was downstairs just walking around and suddenly someone yanked the glass out of my right hand but I couldn't do anything because in my other hand there was a sleepy Napoleon "What the fuck?" Once my eyes found the thief, I growled: "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Ilya Zharkov, I think you might be Viktor's sister," he smirked chugging down what was left of my drink.

"My name is Arabella DiStefano, not Viktor's sister,"  Napoleon woke up and looked at the man standing in front of us.

He seemed rather pleased by my reaction then his smile directed towards my child "This is the little heir," Napoleon smiled at the man "you have your mother's good genes. So," he gazed at me "Viktor's sister?"

"Half-sister," hey, he can't have the last word "what do you want? Aren't you supposed to be upstairs with all the others?"

"I was promised an interesting chat then it all became yells so I came downstairs to look for interesting chat and ba ba boom," he grinned "I found a baby in the midst of people who are avoiding theirs. What are you doing down here, Mrs. DiStefano?"

A deep sigh left my mouth "Please stop associating my value to the men in my life, I am my own person and have my own name."

The man seemed very surprised by my words as if no one had ever stuck up for themselves in front of him "Nice to meet you, Arabella."

"Make it nice to meet you, Ilya," I challenged.

His lips curved into a smirk as he raised his right hand to snap his fingers three times "Get this woman a whiskey!"

After that, we took a seat at the nearest table and I let him hold my baby against Salma's advice but I just trusted him then Apollo came downstairs and threatened to shoot at him right there; you see, my husband is impulsive if you haven't noticed but he can't help it. He is scared most of the time, scared someone will come and take what he holds dearest but let's not mask his possessiveness; that's also a factor which is endearing in some twisted way that shouldn't bewitch me but it does because his flaws are part of him.

When I woke up the next morning there was a note on Apollo's side of the bed:

Don't think you have seen the last of me Arabella, we will find Captain Nappie.
Be careful-Ilya Zharkov

It's so sad that I feel more protected by this man who is supposed to be my enemy than my own husband who I share so many things with. I promised this time Apollo would be the first one to know about the pregnancy, we promised to keep it a secret until I could hide it no more but you've seen there's no 'we' right now.

There's no time to be sorry for myself. I changed into black Louboutin knee-high boots, black stockings, a red velvet mini skirt along with its matching waistcoat and jacket then I did my makeup heavier than normal.

I was taken to where I'm supposed to be and my eyes immediately spotted what I'm here for: my next target and the person who will lead me to my son.

(Keep scrolling to see how Ilya looks like ;) )

Ilya Zharkov [36]

Oh yes baby. David Gandy has entered the building.