All Chapters of S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ArabellaHe left me alone for hours. I gave up on banging the door and screaming his name after a few minutes. I lay down in bed and cried my eyes out. I hated how I felt in that moment; my emotions were in disarray.One part of me hated Six for keeping such a secret from me, the other part strongly believed he loved me and that everything he did was for my well-being.There was also the stupid part that was jealous of Katherine and all the other nameless girls Six had been with before me. It was stupid, but I felt it.I was frustrated. I tried the lock many times, but the door wouldn’t budge. I rummaged through drawers and lockers looking for a key—anything to open the door. I desperately needed space away from him.It was impossible to think clearly when we were confined in the same space. I was angry at him, and yet my nipples were perky—and he had seen it.I didn’t trust my body not to betray me again. It didn’t help th

MarcoThen realization hit me—it didn’t matter that they looked alike. No one would ever be able to replace Arabella in my life. No one would ever feel like her, and it annoyed me that she thought she could be her, even for a moment.I didn’t want another’s mouth around my cock—only hers. The only breasts I wanted to stare at all day were hers.She was bawling her eyes out. She struggled against my hold, and then she forcefully pulled away from me. The force was so strong I was still holding on to a fistful of her hair when she did.She screamed, “Fuck! What are you doing?”I sat there unfazed, staring at the clump of hair in my hand. There was blood on it. Blood was also trickling down her hair. She scooted away from me, her eyes wide with fear. Her eyes met mine.“Marco…”I frowned. I hated how she called my name. It didn’t belong to her. No one was allowed to call my name except her.Maybe I was crazy. She really made me crazy. But wasn’t this love? I was devoted to her, and only t

ArabellaI stared at my reflection in the mirror, taking extra care today as I always did. My hair was styled to perfection with all the tools Six had provided. When I picked out my underwear, my cheeks turned red from embarrassment.It was a red lacy thong—too racy. I tried to imagine what he was thinking when he picked it out. Did he imagine me in them?I bit down on my lower lip and lowered my gaze. I picked out the perfume and bathed myself in it.The dress I had on was a simple white cotton dress, making me look like an innocent milkmaid from a farm.I was hopeless when it came to Six. I would dress up every night in the sluttiest dresses I could find, hoping he was drooling, even though I wasn’t speaking to him.Dinner was my favorite time of the day. I’d sit there hoping he noticed the little effort—okay, maybe it was a big effort.You’d wonder why I didn’t just talk to him. Well, I couldn’t bring myself to. I was angry, frustrated. It was a new kind of feeling.All I’ve felt i

ArabellaI was still taken aback by his confession when he leaned in close and stole another kiss from me. There was nothing soft or slow about the way he kissed me.He kissed me with the urgency of a hungry man. I didn’t think I would be able to contain my feelings. It was overwhelming, how much I needed this man, how much I loved him.When he pulled away, his eyes raked my body, a blend of lust and desire. “As much as I love this dress on you, Arabella…” his fingers traced a path down my collarbone to my clavicle and down to the valley between my breasts, “I think I’d like it better off.” And without as much as a warning, he yanked it clean off my body. The crumpled material dropped to the floor.I was right when I said he had altered my brain chemistry a little bit, because why did I suddenly feel a throbbing between my legs? He just ruined my favorite dress.So there I was, sitting on the dining table wearing the same flimsy underwear. My breath came out in short, ragged spurts as

Francesco...she was like a child again. Giggling excitedly, she did her hair and makeup too. That image of her is ingrained in my memory. It was a version of her I hadn’t seen since she lost everything," he continued. “You know she’s always put up this brave front. Always acted tough and hard, and to see her be happy that day, truly happy. That’s how I like to remember her. I see her in the moment again, and that’s how I can forget her lying down on those stone steps in a pool of her own blood.”My jaw hardened as I pictured the image he had painted. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I looked away to hide them from him. I hadn’t shown weakness in front of him. How did I expect him to be strong if I was so weak?“I think I failed her, Francesco,” his voice broke.I turned to him to see he was fighting back tears.“This is on me. I should have seen it coming. I should have done something to stop it. I should have killed him the moment you told me about him and Arabella. I should have kil