Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Segreto

•Arabella DiStefano•
•Two months later•

The family has gone back to New York, except for Angela, Mariano and Viktor who are currently at HQ with the girls. It's Sunday so we are having a family dinner over there with everyone; we plan on making it a tradition.

"Arabella?" Chiara came into the kitchen wearing a baby blue sweat dress and white Huntington boots.

"Yes, peaches?" I strapped Napoleon to his high chair.

She took a deep breath looking down at her fidgety fingers "I was wondering if we could bake a cake for my birthday..." Chiara's face turned crimson.

A soft smile appeared on my lips, before walking to her I placed Napoleon's bowl with apple cubes, in front of him "Of course we can, peaches," I knelt down in front of her and cupped her cheeks gently. "Why don't you bring your iPad? We can look for designs and recipes."

Her lips curved into a big smile "Thank you!" Before rushing away, she gave me a tight hug.

Apollo walked into the kitchen wearing a three-piece suit "Apollo, what the fuck are you wearing?" I straightened up.

His right eyebrow arched "Do I have to fuck your mouth again so you stop cursing every time I walk into a room?"

"No," I chuckled poking chest. "I did tell you this is going to be casual. I don't want them to feel uptight."

My husband wrapped his right hand around my throat pulling me closer "Okay, Athena, I'll change," he leaned down so his forehead was against mine. "Give me a kiss first."

I pecked his lips "Done."

"Good girl," he grinned glancing at my lips, then pulled away and left the kitchen humming his favorite song: Señorita. He is a Shawn Mendes stan, I had to talk him out of opening a fan account.

Anyway. In other news: Armani and Cassandra found out two days ago that they're going to be parents, again. The fact that Napoleon will have so many cousins around the same age as him makes me the happiest woman alive. Angela and Emiliano is getting really serious, they're living here full-time but are already talking about getting a house nearby for themselves. Ilya has been awa—

My phone rang. Speak of the devil; it was Ily.

"Hi, babe," I smiled at Chiara who walked in with her iPad in her hands.

"Hey, Belli," he said softly. "How's everything?"

"Amazing," I replied glancing at Napoleon who was dipping his apples in the peanut butter jar. "How's everything over there?" I heard a car door outside; must be Angela coming back to change.

"I'm helping out a friend with something," he told and the front door was opened.

"What friend?" My right eyebrow arched. "You can't—" the call ended; the service gets shitty sometimes.

"I can't what?"

My eyes shot up to find Ilya standing under the arch that connects the formal living room with the kitchen "Ilya!" I rushed to him and embraced his torso tightly. "I missed you."