All Chapters of S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MarcoThe silence in my study was deceptive, a hoax that didn’t last long. While everything else appeared calm on the outside, I was suffocating on the inside, waiting with bated breath for any word about the deal with the Chellinis.It was more than just another negotiation, it was going to be a lifetime business pact. If this went through, I’d be the sole supplier for their entire new drug operation. That meant expansion. We would gain power.The quiet tick of the clock and the slow scratch of my pen as I signed off the last shipment invoice were the only sounds in the room.My whiskey sat untouched beside me. I hadn’t taken a sip. I couldn’t afford to. Not yet. Only when this was done, when everything was sealed.Then the door burst open.“Boss!” The soldier stumbled in, breathless. He didn’t even bother with protocol. His face was pale, like he’d seen a ghost. His eyes were wide with panic. “It’s the port… the deal’s been hit.”I stared at him, frozen. “What?”“There were gunshots

MarcoThe whiskey burned going down, but I welcomed it. Hell, I needed it. The more it stung, the better. I needed it to hurt. I needed something to remind me I was still breathing.I wanted to drown myself and mute the raging voices in my head. I didn’t want to think anymore. I was tired of thinking. I had done too much of that, and I was going nowhere with it.I was buried underneath beautiful, scantily clad women, and yet I could not see them. The two women lounging on either side of me smelled like expensive perfume.They were pretty, dark-haired, and by far my favorite among the women—and one of them even had blue eyes, like her. Okay, maybe I was still slightly obsessed with her…Who was I kidding? I was big obsessed with her. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to kill her. I would kill her if I could find her. So where the fuck was she? Was she laid up in bed with Six like I was right now? The thought filled me with rage. I clenched and unclenched my fists.One of them started

MarcoThe music was blasting from the speakers, neon lights flashing, making it hard to see ahead. There was a strong stench of cigars and booze that clung to everything.Antonio’s club was exactly what I expected, with scantily clad men and women swaying their bodies seductively to the music. Some of them lay sprawled on velvet couches, clinging to the potbellied men throwing money around.When we walked in—me, Francesco, Emilio, and a wall of men behind us—the whole room cleared a path for us, mostly because of Emilio and the assault rifle that hung on his shoulders with a scowl on his face.Antonio spotted us immediately from his booth in the back, where he was nursing a glass of dark liquor and a girl was curled under his arm.The satisfied smile on his face fell, and his companion seemed to notice the change in his mood because she turned in our direction and wisely took the nearest exit.“Hey, M—Marco, I wasn’t expecting you,” he stuttered.We kept walking. His men were now on al

BiancaThe tension in Marco’s study was suffocating since he got back from that event. Heck, the whole house was, and that was why I always made myself scarce. Today, however, he had called for a meeting of the family.Although I didn’t think I was really a part of it, I sat silently in the corner, legs crossed, back straight, trying not to flinch every time one of them raised their voice. Marco was sitting behind his desk, his shoulders stiff, his face contorted in anger. He was barely in control.Francesco was pacing, his hands slicing through the air as he tried to make his point again and again, like he was talking to a brick wall. “We can’t do this right now,” he snapped, spinning to face Marco. “In the last weeks alone, we’ve lost eight of our men. Eight. Franco and Nonna—”His voice cracked, just for a second. “We’re bleeding out and you want to throw a funeral like nothing’s happening?”Marco’s jaw clenched so tight I could hear the grind of his teeth. “It’s not about the fune

SixShe was waiting at the doorstep when I arrived at the house. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.“Hey,” she sighed in relief.I hated leaving her alone, but most of all, I hated seeing her worry. I could only imagine the thoughts running through her head whenever I was away, knowing I might never come back.At first, I didn’t want to bring it up, but I did one night. Things were going great now, but it could all go to shit, too. She knew who to call if I didn’t come back.She had access to all my accounts. She would be safe, I made sure of it. She didn’t like the possibility, so every night when I had to leave, she would wait for me.“My love,” I whispered, pulling her in for a long embrace.She relaxed in my arms and wrapped her hands around my neck. “It’s always hard when you leave.”“I know,” I whispered in her ear. “I know. It’ll all be over soon.”I slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her close. She was standing on her tiptoes at this point. Then I picked her up so she was