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S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite 46
FrancescoThey thought I wasn’t watching. That’s the part I enjoy the most.Family meetings were boring unless you knew where to look. Marco was barking orders at Nico about tightening security at the ports; we were expecting a huge delivery, but my mind had already checked out. I was seated on the far end, nursing my whiskey.That’s when it happened—Arabella’s foot caught in the rug, and she tumbled over, but just before she fell, Six shot up from his chair like clockwork and caught her in his arms.He held onto her tightly, as if she were made of fragile glass and would shatter any moment now.It wasn’t dramatic. No gasps. No crash. Just quiet tension.Their eyes locked. For a second, I thought they’d kiss right there in front of Marco, Nonna, and God himself. But Six blinked, jaw clenched, and let her go as if she burned his hands.Interesting. I looked at Marco, hoping he had seen what I had just seen, but he only looked concerned—concerned for the two-timing bitch cheating on him
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ArabellaHis eyes darkened as he watched me take off my dress, until I was naked in front of him.I stood at the foot of the bed watching him, hesitant. He tapped the space beside him. “Come here…”My lips quivered, and I averted my eyes.“And look alive while at it. Look like you’re enjoying this,” he snapped.I nodded. I slowly walked up to him and got on the bed.He growled in approval when I got closer, before his hands shot forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back so my neck was exposed to him.I whimpered in pain, but he didn’t release his grip. Instead, he inched closer and kissed my neck—softly at first—and then he suckled hard on the skin there.He bit me hard, and when I winced in pain, he kissed me there, as if he was soothing it. He repeated the same motion, and when he finally pulled away, that area was bruised.From the twisted smile on his face, I knew this was what he wanted. He wanted to leave hickeys where it was visible—where Six could see.His
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ArabellaI had just stepped out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around my chest and another around my head, when my door flew open. I jerked backward, clutching the towel tightly around me.Marco Falcone.His dark, unruly hair was wet and damp, falling over his face. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants. His dark eyes landed on me and traveled the length of my body. I tried not to look at him.I tried to focus on anything else. I chose to stare at the tattoos on his body; I had never seen them on full display before—maybe because I had never bothered to look at his body. Now I noticed the visible scars that lined his toned frame.When I finally met his eyes, he had a smirk on his face.I frowned. He had probably noticed me looking and thought I was checking him out. Heavens, no. I tried to conceal the disgust on my face, still holding the towel tightly around me.He peered behind him and then shut the door. “Do you get male visitors in your room?”I froze, remembering th
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ArabellaI had never seen Marco so rattled.He was barking orders at the staff like a madman. “Wipe that again! My grandmother doesn’t like spots, do you hear me?”His voice was sharp, but his expression looked almost… anxious. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead despite the cool breeze from the air conditioner, and he kept pacing from one end of the room to the other.I sat quietly on the velvet couch in the living room, watching him. “Is the food ready?” he snapped. “It better all be fresh. Ma has a peculiar taste and a sharp nose. She’ll know if it’s not organic. Can you imagine that?” He let out a nervous chuckle.I tilted my head, studying him. “You’re nervous.”Marco paused. His eyes flicked to mine, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “She’s not like anyone you’ve met before.”Before I could reply, the massive doors creaked open. The entire house fell into silence. The sound of heels echoed sharply against the marble floor. And then… she appeared - Marco’s grand
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SixShe was already at the table when I walked in. I didn’t expect that. I thought I was doing a good job of avoiding her, but apparently, I wasn’t. I hesitated at the doorway, but it wouldn’t make any sense to just turn away. So I walked in.Arabella sat there quietly, a slice of toast in her hand, barely touched. She looked up the second she noticed me.Her eyes lit up before she could hide it. “Good morning,” she said softly.Her eyes when they lit up sent my heart racing, and the calm in her voice. I wanted to answer. I wanted to say something. But I didn’t. I stayed quiet instead.I went to the coffee pot, poured myself a mug just to do something with my hands. My heart was pounding in my chest like I’d just run here, even though I hadn’t. I didn’t even take a sip. I couldn’t.I looked at her once, just once, and I knew if I sat down across from her, I’d start asking questions I didn’t want answers to. I didn’t trust myself to stop at just asking questions.So I turned around and
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ArabellaThe bedroom was too quiet.I sat curled at the edge of the bed, the weight of everything pressing on my chest. My fingers twisted the edge of the blanket over and over.It had been days, maybe weeks, but it all blurred together.Sunlight came and went, tracing the same pattern across the walls, and I didn’t move. I couldn’t.My body was here, but my mind... it felt suspended somewhere else. Somewhere cold and quiet. Somewhere no one could reach me.Six wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me. And Marco… Marco had stolen something from me I couldn’t get back. No amount of washing would scrub that memory from my skin.I showered once, maybe twice a day. My clothes stayed in piles. My reflection in the mirror looked like someone else. My once vibrant blue eyes were now dull.My lips were cracked. A bruise bloomed across my arm where he’d held me too tight. I couldn’t touch it. I just stared.He didn’t even say sorry.I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t find my voice. If I screa
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SixI bumped into Francesco at the doorway as soon as I stepped into the mansion.He looked up at me with a smirk on his face. “Six, what a pleasant morning it is, isn’t it?”I could never engage Francesco in small talk, especially not today. I was going through it.The night before, I had just learned that Arabella had slept with Marco, and I still didn’t know how to process it. I had shelved it to another part of my head, but I still couldn’t sleep.I made to walk past him, but he stopped me. “Oh Six, aren’t you always the uptight one? You know we should get along. It looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together. Don’t you think we can learn to tolerate each other at least?” He extended his hand towards me. “Truce?”I appeared to think about it for a few seconds, then shook my head. “No,” and brushed past him.“Marco has asked you to come up to him; he has something important to discuss with you.”I studied the amused expression on his face, wondering why he was all smiles. “
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ArabellaHe chuckled, a look of amusement in his eyes as he stared at me. “You’re mad that we fucked?”I was shocked—shocked that he would describe what he did to me like that. Appalled that he thought what had happened was consensual. Didn’t he hear me crying, begging?Didn’t he feel the struggle, hear me crying out in pain? I shut my eyes to stop the tears from falling, but it was hopeless. I was bawling my eyes out.“No, tell me, Arabella. What were you thinking was gonna happen? That I’m never going to touch you? Is that it? We’re going to be married and never fuck…?”I didn’t say anything. I averted my gaze, but he grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him so I could look at him.“No, Bella, look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t think we were going to fuck at some point, huh?”“You and I know that’s not what happened between us,” I said in a tear-laden voice. “You forced yourself on me. I didn’t want this…”“I asked you nicely at first, and what did you say?” he asked.I
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ArabellaI didn’t know how long I had waited in my room, waiting for everything to quiet down, staring off into space, lost in my own thoughts—the same thought that had plagued my mind all day.I rose to my feet and quietly tiptoed to the door. It was well past midnight; surely no one was up, I thought to myself. I gently opened the door, careful not to make any noise.My bare feet made no sound as I slipped out of my room. I wrapped my arms around myself, bowed my head, and kept to the shadows. I didn’t want anyone to see me.Not Marco. I was sick of him—and especially not Six. I had spent the whole day trying to avoid him, with terrible attempts, but at least it had kept him away from me. I couldn’t face him, not feeling the way I did now.The kitchen was dim, lit only by the moonlight spilling through the tall windows. I reached for a glass and opened the tall fridge.Light flickered through as I grabbed a carton of milk and poured myself a glass, my hands trembling slightly as I b
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