Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Bloodchella

•Arabella DiStefano•

"How are you feeling?" Angela asked Mariano as the car drove up the steep Spanish hill.

"All right, this makes me feel better," Mariano gazed at Angela with a soft smile. "Your boyfriend has been helping a lot."

Here's the deal; the DiStefanos are hot, it doesn't take them long to find partner and Angela has found one. His name is Emiliano and the man is a psychologist who has been treating Mariano AND he is a serious man, the other night he came over for dinner (of course Apollo doesn't know he is with Angela, he would've scream bloody murder and try to get up, anyway he is a gentleman, comes from a normal family and is looking for a serious relationship.

"We are here, ma'am," Salma announced as the car came to a complete halt.

"Thank you," I patted her shoulder. "Wait here."

"Yes, Arabella," she nodded. Sometimes she calls me ma'am or Mrs. DiStefano but other times Arabella. "Good luck and be careful, Mr. DiStefano will be mad if you're not back in one piece."

"That man whines no matter what," someone opened the door for us. "See you in a bit."

The Athenas surrounded me as we walked into the Spanish villa, there was only one car outside and the door was fully opened so I walked in unannounced to find a nun in her habit; she dropped a bowl of ceramic to the floor when her eyes fell on me "¡Chiara, escóndete!" She shouted.

(Chiara, hide!)

"Cute," a smile played on my lips as I approached her sheathing my gun in the leather shoulder holster. "¿Quién es Chiara?" I asked her picking up the ceramic pieces from the floor.

(Who is Chiara?)

"Es una pequeña, por favor no le lastimes," she begged getting down her knees.

(She's a little girl, please don't hurt her)

"Yo nunca lastimaría a una pequeña," a soft smile played on my lips as I tried to calm her down. "Me llamo Arabella ¿Cuál es tu nombre, hermana?"

(I would never hurt a little girl. My name is Arabella, what's your name, sister?)

The woman seemed more calm "Ester," she replied.

"Okay, Ester. ¿Dónde está la niña? Y ¿Hay alguien más en la casa?" I requested.

(Okay, Ester. Where's the girl? And is there someone else in the house?)

"No. La niña está arriba, en su habitación," she informed.

(No. The girl is in her room, upstairs)

"Gracias," One of my girls took over helping Ester to clean up the mess as I went upstairs with Angela and Mariano. Viktor wanted to come but then Apollo, Ilya and him got into some sort of competition they don't want to tell me about so he stayed back in Rome.

There were four rooms upstairs but only one of them had Chiara written on the door. I slowly walked in to find a trembling lump under a white blanket.