Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Segreto

"You don't like the guy or why are you upset?" I rubbed his arm; woah, he has really firm biceps.

His gaze was forward as a sad smile played on his lips "I saw her."

"The girl you're in love with?" A smile appeared on my lips.

"Yes," he quickly flustered. "She looked stunning."

"But what was she doing there? I thought you were on different sides."

Ilya gazed at me "I never said I saw her there."

I whined "Why won't you tell me such a simple piece of information?"

"Because you'll find a way to trace her down," he chuckled as we stopped by the opened back door of the black SUV. "Get in."

"I'll get her name out of you if it's the last thing I do, Ilya Zharkov," I huffed getting into the car with my hubby's help.

Apollo gave me a kiss on the cheek "See you there."

He was about to close the door "Ah ah ah," I used my foot to keep the door from closing. "What does that even mean?" My right eyebrow arched looking at my husband.

"I want to show Ily my new car," he showed me the childish grin he showed me the day he brought home    a black vintage Aston Martin DB5 convertible; he named it Bond.

I glanced over my shoulder to the backseat to find Chiara in her iPad and Napoleon beside me looking at his shoes as he mumbled something; probably speaking to himself like Apollo and I do.

"Fine," a deep sigh left my mouth. "Don't take scenic routes or fuck without me," my eyes squinted as I finally let him close the door.

•Apollo DiStefano•

"How was the baby moon?" Ilya asked as we fastened our seatbelts.

"We were naked the whole time," I chuckled turning the key in the ignition; the delightful sound of the engine greeted me. "I missed you too, Bond."

"You named the car?"

My head turned to my right to meet his eyes "Duh. Don't you name your stuff?"

"What other things have you named?" He inquired not answering my question but okay, I can talk about myself.

"My plants," I followed Arabella's SUV before the back security vehicles joined the formation. OKAY LADIES NOW LET'S GET IN FORMATION! PROVE TO ME YOU'VE GOT SOME COORDINATION. Oh my orgy, I'm so sorry about that sudden outburst of iconicity; Arabella blasts Beyoncé when she showers.

"Of course you named your plants," Ilya chuckled.

"I named them all 'tits' but in different languages," I glanced at him with a smile. "So, are you going to tell me the name of this secret lady?"

"Ha! You and Arabella are the same person, she'll blowjob it out of you or something."

A loud gasp left my mouth "Do you really think I'm that easy?"

"Yeah, whore."

I whined glancing at him with a big smile "Please, I won't tell her you told me."

"She'll know."

"PWEASEEEEEE!" I exclaimed with my eyes on the road.