Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Faccia a faccia

•Mariano Salvatore•

I've been waiting patiently for Ilya's call and at the same time I've been trying to get a hold of my sister; I'm really scared of what Arabella will do to her but she deserves it. If someone took my babies I would rip off their spine while dipping their feet into acid.

Abra is with Allegra and the twins playing board games, Apollo is wherever the fuck he is; he is back to smoking and heavy drinking, hasn't eaten much since Arabella left...he looks like shit and will treat you horribly if you approach him. The only thing that seems to calm him down is having Viola and Serafina in the same room.

Dinner time is close so I got up without my phone and of course, just as I was leaving the bedroom, my phone rang "Hello?"

"Mariano," Ilya "this is Ilya," he said "we know where Napoleon is," how can this woman tear the world down in a week without thousands of resources and those expensive resources can't find shit?!

"Where—"

"Just tell Apollo to go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow at 4:30 am," he told.

"Okay," I nodded "how's Arabella?"

A deep sigh left his mouth "I convinced her to not go get Napoleon tonight because we aren't prepared but she wants to go tomorrow."

"Has she been eating?" I paced around the room.

"Yes," he replied "I have to make her but she has eaten."

I've never been more grateful for Ilya "Thank you."

"Even if she doesn't admit it, she needs someone to look over her from time to time," he told "I'll see you tomorrow," the man hung up.

"Fuck!" I ran out of my bedroom "Apollo!" My throat hurt from how loud I called out his name "Apollo!"

"He's in the pool," Andrea said standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Thank you!" I ran past him, through the living room and out onto the backyard "Apollo!"

He seemed really annoyed because I interrupted his swimming "What?"

"I know where Arabella is and she knows where Napoleon—" he was out of the pool.

•Apollo DiStefano•

I'm going to fucking kill Ilya. He has no fucking business close to my wife. If he touched her I will bury his family alive and tie him to a tree so he hears their cries until they can't no more, then I will bury him alive.

"We need to go faster," I said desperately looking at the Eiffel Tower from afar.

"It's 4:10, even if we were there I don't think Ilya—"

I growled looking at Mariano "Don't say his fucking name. You helped my wife escape—"

"You treated her like shit, asshole," he snapped "you wouldn't have let her help you."

Mariano has a point; I was a fucking asshole. I would've helped my wife escape too and look at what she's done in a couple of days when all I've done is get drunk, smoke and cry. My head hurts all the time, sleep hasn't been my friend but I'm no fucking victim here.