Semua Bab S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Bab 111 - Bab 120

ArabellaI turned to find Leonardo standing in the doorway, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his eyes lit up in excitement.“We’re going on a drive,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.I blinked. “What?”His smile grew. “Get dressed. We’re going on a little trip.”My heart stopped. “Leo…” I stepped toward him slowly, searching his face for the punchline. “Are you serious? You mean… outside?”He nodded.“To where? Is it safe? What about Marco?” I asked, each word tumbling out faster than the last. “Isn’t everyone in this city looking for us? What if someone sees—”“Hey,” he said softly, closing the distance between us. His hands cupped my face, his thumb brushing under my eye. “It’s safe. I promise you. We’ve been holed up for too long. I think we deserve this.”His voice was calm, steady. I stared into his eyes, still uncertain. “But Leo, I—”“Just trust me.”I did. Against all odds, against all reason

MarcoThey asked me if I had anything to say.The officers, that is. The fucking cops. They stood there, with their notepads in their hands, their brows furrowed like they actually cared for me, waiting for me to open my mouth and explain what the hell had happened.Like any of this made sense. Like I could find words for what had been done.I didn’t speak, I couldn’t. Everything that had ever meant anything to me had gone up in flames. My home, my legacy. My brother was dead.And I said nothing.The older one, the lead officer or whatever the fuck he was, tried again, softer this time. “Mr. Falcone… we know this must be difficult, but we need something to go on. We’re reviewing the footage from your surveillance system now. No casualties reported, thank God. Apparently, everyone had vacated the property before the fire started. A miracle, if you ask me.”Miracle? I almost laughed. This had to be a sick fucking joke. A miracle, but Emilio was dead and my family home burnt down.He han

MarcoThe stench in the basement tickled my nostrils. It was mold, sweat, blood, piss, and a strong stench. It was everywhere, but I had gotten used to it. I’ve been down here too many times in the last few days.The two bastards tied to the chairs in front of me had gone silent, one already slumped over with his face swollen and purple, the other still glaring up at me like he had something to prove.They were the Chellinis’ boys, fiercely loyal to them. They had served them for years. I was about to put that loyalty to the test.Francesco stood in the corner, arms crossed, not saying much, just watching. He’d been colder lately, detached, but at least he was here. At least he hadn’t walked away from me.That had to mean something. He didn’t directly ask me about the man that I had shot out in the field, but I had a feeling he knew.The man hadn’t shown up at work. Nothing could get past him, but he didn’t confront me. I was walking on thin ice with him.“Ask him again,” I muttered.

ArabellaIt was hard to sit still on his thigh when I could feel his dick poking my ass. I was no different from him because my flimsy lacy panties were soaking wet, it had been from the very moment I walked into that room. I knew there was definitely a wet splotch on my nightdress. He didn't make it any easier, listening to him talk about our future, about the house and all the things we were going to do, didn't just make me giddy with excitement. It made me hot and bothered. Especially knowing that all of these things he was talking about were things that I told him over time. He was talking about my own dreams.I was eagerly waiting, counting down to the time when we would be alone. As soon as Giovanni left, he grabbed me towards him and kissed me. His soft lips took mine, he tasted fresh and minty, his hands roamed my body, feeling me up as his lips expertly moved against mine. He captured my lower lip in his and suckled it, tugging at it, lightly biting it.Desire flamed inside o

FrancescoI watched, stunned, as the color drained from Marco’s face while he stared at his phone. His eyes widened like saucers, his jaw dropped, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. I exchanged glances with Bianca, who looked utterly confused, her brows furrowed, her expression questioning what could have suddenly turned his world upside-down.“What is it, Marco?” I found myself saying before he even spoke. He tossed the phone toward me as if it burned him, then abruptly stood and flipped the large table, sending glasses, bottles, and plates crashing to the tiles as every man in the room jerked toward us, drawn by the commotion.I caught the phone mid-air, pressed the power button, and froze as I saw photos, documents, call logs, meeting dates from burner numbers, all showing Bianca with the Chellini brothers at the club, at a restaurant, and even with Corleone. I scrolled through quickly, finding more pictures of her with every enemy of the Falcone family, messages exchanged be