Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Luna

"You know nothing about my world, you know nothing about me or my husband or anything so fuck your plan," I pulled out my gun and pointed it at Russo's head "get up—" the door behind me opened; from the corner of my eye I saw Ilya check who it was "Who is it?"

"Napoleon," he told.

I immediately dropped my weapon to look at my child who was being held by none other than Valentina Salvatore "You cunt," a growl left my mouth.

A pretentious smirk curved up her lips "Don't talk like that in front of the baby."

"My baby."

Napoleon's eyes fell on me "Mamma!"

"Hi baby," I tried grabbing him but Valentina took a step back shaking her head. "Give me my son."

"Where's Apollo?" She asked.

"Fuck off, you entitled delusional bitch," I tried grabbing Napoleon again but this time Valentina held a small revolver against my baby's head.

A victorious smile played on her lips "I am as crazy as you think and if necessary I'll fill your baby's head with bullets."

The thought of holding my baby's dead body in my arms crumbled me inside; I've never felt his vulnerable.

"What do you want Valentina?"

She just gave me a crazier look.

"This has gone way too far," Ilya said "Napoleon is innocent. Let's just talk this out like adults."

Then an idea popped in my head "Yes," I turned around to look at Emma whom I knew as mom or Carla "bring in my husband, he will give you whatever you want."

"Perfect."

•Apollo DiStefano•

Some minion came to get me from the hall full of minions working as if nothing was happening. She took me upstairs into a meeting room where I found Valentina sitting beside the man who I believe is Arabella's brother. On Valentina's lap was my baby boy wearing a hideous all-green outfit; he is a classy baby. Nevertheless my eyes filled with tears, my arms ached for the feeling of his small body against mine as I take in his calming scent.

"Why am I here?" I asked calmly taking a seat to Arabella's right.

"They want you to give them the family fortune in exchange of Napoleon's life; if you don't they will kill him," My wife said gazing at me; she looks emotionally and physically drained. "This is just business sweetheart."

She never calls me sweetheart unless she's plotting something...like what happened with the wedding planner "If that's what it takes," I placed my hand over her right thigh and she slipped hers under it passing me a small blade.

"Perfect," my mother-in-law seemed over this. A French guy entered the room with a laptop in his hands then placed it in front of me "Go ahead, Apollo."

I hummed glancing at my wife who gave me a slight nod "No one has ever messed with my family and come out victorious," I stated and the woman grinned "and this won't be the first time," in less than a second I was on my feet puncturing the tech's neck with the blade; two gunshots were fired from behind me.