Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Luna

When I turned around Arabella was rushing around the table to grab Napoleon from Valentina who was screaming in pain; gunshot to her right shoulder. Russo also had a gunshot in his right shoulder but he was more quiet about it.

Ilya rushed out of the room; the shotgun sounds coming from outside were deafening. Napoleon was scream-crying as Arabella tried to shield him "You have no idea what you've done!" Emma shouted unsheathing a 9mm from her shoulder holster. The crazy human raised her gun to point it at my wife who was defenseless shielding our son.

"NO!" I tackled her down.

•Arabella DiStefano•

His yell was all I heard before two gunshots filled the room. I kept on shielding my son, singing his favorite song and telling him everything would be okay.

A third gunshot caused me to flinch; I thought I was hurt and the adrenaline blocked out the pain but nothing.

"Arabella!" Ilya stormed into the room "we have to get you out of here—" he stopped talking.

My eyes darted to him, he was looking at the chair where my mother was sitting, there was blood on the wall making it no-longer pristine. I could hear a familiar hard breathing and then his voice "Arabella..." it was weak and haunting.

•Apollo DiStefano•

My wife knelt beside me with frantic tears leaving her eyes as she cupped my face quickly before pressing on my wounds with her hoodie "Stay awake, baby," she pleaded looking into my eyes "please just stay awake."

"Arabella you're the best thing that has ever happened to me," two gunshots to my abdomen which is not good; doesn't feel like a walk in the park that's for sure "I'm really sorry about what I said," catching my breath has never been this hard. "I was just really scared and lost."

"It's okay, baby," she sniffled; her face all red like the day we met and I found the blade in her dress "you can apologize when you get better."

My eyes were closing on me "I'll always love you even when I'm a pile of ashes..." everything went black then a blinding light hurt my eyes.

I sat up gasping for air and looked around frantically. The place around me was my grandma's house in Rome, it smelled like cookies and as you can imagine I was confused.

"Apollo!" A female voice I've never heard in my life called out "Apollo, the cookies are ready!"

My eyes darted down to analyze my body and there wasn't a drop of blood anywhere. I was wearing black dressing pants and a white button down but no shoes; weird. Did I just end up in some sort of hippie hell? Because I'm not down, I want that boiling hell—

"APOLLO, COME HERE!" The woman screamed.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back in annoyance.

The bed I was lying on was the bed where my mom gave birth to Artemis and me one cold November day. Once I exited the bedroom my feet took me to the kitchen where there was a woman wearing a royal purple sundress, her hair black as the night, eyes blue like mine with lashes that touch her eyebrows...my missing piece.

"Finally," she bit a cookie.

"Who are you—"