•Apollo DiStefano•
•A week later•
This is a day I loathe, not just because I miss Artemis but because I have to be hugged by people who are not Arabella. Ew. I've had enough of that, every time my mom sees me around the house she hugs me for like an hour, Allegra comes into my bedroom and lies down between Arabella and me in the middle of the night; and Mariano pecks my lips at breakfast.
Enough is enough.
Arabella has been texting me since I left the house this morning, I don't want to make her hysterical so I send her a picture every 10 minutes so she knows I'm okay. She's not planning any surprise party, I told everyone that I don't want any surprises today. My plan is to get home, have dinner in bed with my wife, watch GoT and fuck my wife until I can't keep my eyes open.
Simple plan.
As I sat in my office, my mind was invaded with everything my marriage has gone through the last seven months; I don't regret anything, I wouldn't change a thing because when Arabella walked through that door in the old castle in Scotland, I truly realized how much I love and need her, it brought us even closer; every day we stay up talking until we can't keep our eyes open and I don't think I could do that with anyone but my princess.
Yesterday I finished with the babymoon planning, everything is booked and I hope she loves it.
"Apollo," Armani's voice called from the other side of the door "can I come in?"
"Yes," I cleared my throat and fixed my suit as I sat up straight.
My brother walked in with his hands behind his back "I know it's almost time to go home but I want to talk to you."
I nodded and motioned for him to sit down so he did "Everything all right?"
Armani shook his head which mortified me "I've been keeping this a secret for the past few months."
I raised an eyebrow leaning on my desk "Just tell me, Armani."
My brother looked into my eyes with regret "Okay," he took a deep breath "I-I-I think I'm in love with Arabella."
That's his secret?
"Okay," I nodded unfazed "are you going to act on it?"
"You're not angry?" he raised an eyebrow.
I shook my head "I've known since the beginning, and Arabella loves me so I have nothing to worry about–"
The door opened and I saw my wife with a backpack rushing in "Baby!" she sat on my lap and pecked my lips.
A big smile played on my lips "What are you doing here, princess?"
She shrugged "I thought I should come to get my husband from work, take you to get a doughnut or two, maybe a dozen," the woman chuckled caressing my cheeks.
"I would love that," I whispered, looking into her eyes.
"Good." Arabella stood and placed the backpack on my lap "Change."
Armani stood up, fixing his sleeves "I should go," my wife looked at him with a smile and I could see it in his eyes, he is really in love which pains me since my brother deserves someone who loves him back; Armani has a habit of falling in love with women in established relationships "I'll see you back at the house," and with that, he left.
"Why do you want me to change?" I asked, getting up.
"Because I like it when you wear turtleneck sweaters, it makes me hornier," a chuckle left her mouth. "Hurry."
That was enough to convince me.
When I came out of the bathroom changed and ready to go, she was talking to Napoleon "Daddy is very handsome and he loves it when I tell him," my wife gazed up at me. "Hi handsome–ouch."
"He kicked?" I asked, crossing my arms.
She nodded "He's too strong."
"Like his daddy," I smirked.
Arabella shook her head "Like his mommy."
"No, like his daddy," I watched her get up.
"If that lie makes your boat float then whatever, we can go with it to leave your ego pristine," Arabella shrugged, walking past me.
A scoff left my mouth as I followed her out of the office "You know I'm stronger."
"I know you think you're stronger, grandpa," she said walking in front of me.
"Being older makes me stronger," I caught up with her and intertwined our fingers.
"It also makes you hotter," she glanced at me with a cheeky smile.
A smirk played on my lips "I know, baby girl."
Suddenly, she came to a sudden halt "What's in there?" she pointed at a random door.
"That's Mariano's office, why?"
"Can you fuck me in there?" she grinned, gazing up at me.
"Can I?" I scoffed and took her hand on our way into the office.
Arabella led me to the glass desk, she kicked off her boots and pulled down her thong along with her leggings "Ready," she sat on the desk smiling.
"You're fast," I chuckled, unbuckling my belt before pulling down my pants and underwear. "Did you plan this?"
She shook her head, gripping the lapels of my coat "No."
"Good," I smashed my lips against hers as my hands nimbly removed the leggings from her body. Arabella immediately wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me closer. Her right hand was firmly stroking my cock as our tongues were entwined. My left hand was between her thighs, gently rubbing her needy nub that's always throbbing for attention.
Arabella broke the kiss and lay back on the desk "Give it to me, baby."
I love how bossy she is.
My right hand wrapped around the crown of my cock to slid the tip along my wife's slit to tease her and make sure she's properly lubricated, besides, it makes her whimper which delights my senses.
Carefully I slid into her as groans left my mouth like reflexes "Fuck, you're tight," I threw her legs over my shoulders and gripped her upper thighs to use them as handles. My hips slowly commenced moving to please her throbbing walls.
"Oh my god..." she moaned as her back arched.
"Fuck..." my head fell back. The pace of my thrusts became faster, needier.
"Just like that, daddy," Arabella whimpered.
"Ahhhh! My desk!" Mariano's voice was the reason I stopped "Guys! Apollo has his own office!" He whined.
Arabella chuckled, sitting up as I slid out of her "It's her fault," I turned around pulling up my underwear and pants "Hi Mari."
"Narc," Arabella kicked my ass quite literally. "Hi Mari."
"You're both whores," he sighed, opening the door to shout: "James! Order me a new desk!" He looked back at us "and bring a team of professionals to disinfect office!"
"We are each other's whore," I looked down at my wife and she was shaking her head "Why the fuck are you denying my statement? Are you denying being my whore?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "You're my whore and I'm the master," she smirked. "Come on, pet," she walked away swaying her hips.
I first raised an eyebrow but then a smirk appeared on my face "Me likey."
"You two are a disgrace," Mariano stated as I walked past him.
"We've heard it all, Mari," I reached for his right hand. "Let's go home."
On the way back home, Arabella kept on falling asleep, waking up to take a bite of her Snickers bar and then going back to sleep. Mariano rode with us and we talked about his upcoming wedding which is going to be in Roma since they want to get married just after baby Napoleon is born because Allegra thinks she's gonna start showing soon.
I rested my right hand on my wife's bump and took a deep breath "I'm so nervous."
"But I'm sure the excitement is greater. How are the babymoon plans going?"
"Done," I smiled. "In a week we leave for paradise so she can relax before giving birth to our heir. Do you know anything about the baby shower?"
"Yup, it's the day after tomorrow," he chuckled "they don't want us there."
"Fun," I nodded, looking at my princess. "I just want her to have a good time."
"She deserves to rest, she really didn't sleep through one night." he sighed "My little baby sister," he said in a loving tone.
"Armani is in love with her," I sighed. "It pains me to see him go down this impossible-love path yet again."
Arabella whimpered, gripping my shirt "Apollo, where are you?" She mumbled.
I held her closer "It's okay, princess," I whispered against her hair. "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."
"No," she whined as her grip became tighter "don't go."
She must be having a nightmare so I squeezed her arm gently "Princess," Arabella eyes shot open "you were having a nightmare."
My wife frowned "I couldn't find you."
"You did find me," I pecked her lips. "Princess–" my eyes went wide when I saw the gravel path of my state lit up by Christmas lights "when did that happen?"
Arabella smiled softly "I know you didn't want a party but there's someone who deserves a party." My family was waiting for us at the door, they're all wearing something royal purple which was Artemis' favorite color.
"Princess, what did you do?" I asked, helping her step off the car.
"You'll see," Eva handed Arabella a royal purple blindfold which she used to blind me.
"Please don't push me into the pool, it's too cold—"
"Baby, I'm not pushing you into the pool," she giggled, grabbing my hand. "At least not immediately."
"Arabella!" I whined.
"Apollo!" She whined, mocking me. Brat.
"You guys are so weird," Eva, Enzo, and Emilio said at the same time.
My wife and I laughed "Follow my lead," Arabella said, helping me step onto the stairs.
On our way up, I almost fell like 5 times because Arabella kept on getting distracted by the triplets who were making stupid jokes.
"Arabella, you know I hate surprises," I said as she untied the knot at the back of my head "what—" my mouth went dry at the sight of the four walls around me: My childhood bedroom where I shared so many precious moments with Artemisa.
"I know this day has a sad connotation for everyone in this family but it shouldn't; I don't think Artemis would've liked to see any of you sad...everything you've told me about her has to do with her being generous, happy and pure. This room won't bring her back, I know, but I gathered everything I could find of hers and made this—"
"Thank you," My arms embraced her to hold her close as my eyes looked around with tears in them. "Thank you so so much, princess."
The room is now like a small museum dedicated to Artemis; there's still a bed in the middle but it's bigger and above it, my sister's angel wings and halo from our 5th birthday were framed. The walls are filled with pictures of Artemisa and myself, there's a gorgeously hand-painted grand butterfly on the ceiling in my sister's favorite color...it's stunning and she would've loved it.
My mother was crying so I went to hug her "I'm glad we arranged this marriage," she said, making me smile.
"I'm glad too," I winked at Arabella with a smile and she blushed which reminded me of when we first met; we are both still lethal but not against each other.
After pulling away from the hug, I stood in front of a picture I took the morning of the day we were taken; Artemis was sitting on her bed, writing a card:
"What are you writing, Artemisa?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"A card for mommy and daddy, duh you dummy," she replied with a giggle.
I hopped off my bed to go sit beside her "What does it say?" My eyes focused on the letters but she wrote in cursive which I didn't understand at the time.
Artemis put down her purple pen and looked at me "That I love them and thank them for giving me my brother," she was pretty well-spoken for our age.
A smile curved my little self's mouth as my arms laced around her neck to hug her tightly "Like the sun and the moon..."
"I'll always be here for you," she whispered back the second part of something my mother taught us to say to each other.
Who would've thought that she would be taken away from me that very same day...we were so pristine that such thought never came to mind even if we sort of understood what our daddy did for a living and he had told us that maybe, some day, a bad person would try to hurt him by taking us. It never seemed like a reality since dad always had heavy security around us...but it happened.
My sister and I have never been as close as right now. I can feel her sprinkling happiness around the room, there's no more dust keeping my wounds from healing.
Arabella grabbed my hand and took me to our room so we could have privacy "Happy birthday, handsome," she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"How did I ever get so lucky?" I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers.
"You know," she chuckled "arranged marriages between mafia families, everyday stuff." Her smile softened "I love you, Apollo but," she sighed "we didn't go get the doughnuts."
I rolled my eyes "Arabella DiStefano, you fell asleep, I didn't want to–"
"There's no excuse," she walked backwards to the closet "you have officially lost me."
My right eyebrow arched as I crossed my arms "Really?"
"Yeah," she said from the closet "but you can beg for forgiveness," the woman walked out with a Kraft rectangular box in her hands "after this."
I opened the box and chuckled seeing a dozen of chocolate doughnuts sprinkled with nuts "Well, this is going to make daddy very fat, Napoleon," I was about to grab one when she slapped my hand away "ouch, bitch!"
"Those are mine, bitch," she placed down the box on the bed. "This is yours," from under her pillow, she pulled out a black envelope with my name written in gold ink.
"But I want a doughnut," I whined, taking the envelope from her hand. "Give me one, princess," I said as I opened the envelope.
"No," she sat on the bed and picked one from the box "do you like your gift?" she asked as I read what the paper said.
A smirk appeared on my face "This should be fun."
An invitation to torture her dad and Gaia, together:
You're cordially invited to my blood fest tomorrow night.
We'll have knives, guns, flogs, acids, boiling water, the world-renowned X-frame, bow and arrow and so much more.
Save the date!
Victims: The cunts who made the grand mistake of messing with Arabella DiStefano.
Password: I'm going to fuck you, bratty whore.
Warmly, Arabella DiStefano.
"What's the password?" she licked her lips.
"I'm going to fuck you, bratty whore," I replied, taking my coat off.
Arabella growled playfully "Come here," she accidentally pushed the doughnut box off the bed "No! My babies!" she tried sitting up but the bump wouldn't let her "fuck!"
I don't know if I should help her or record her "Princess, continue," I pulled out my phone and opened the camera app to do the latter.
"Help me, stupid bitch!" She exclaimed.
A grin adorned my lips "Happy birthday to me."