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FrancescoI climbed up the familiar stone steps. It was the only place I could go, the only place with doors open for me, the only place that wouldn't wear judgment on their faces when I walked in with my bloodied suit. Everything else was as I remembered it, Nonna's picture was no longer at the entrance. I walked through the large wooden door. Soft music was coming from God knows where, but the church was empty. I walked up to my favorite pew and plopped down on it. A sigh escaped my lips, and I threw my head backward, shutting my eyes.We barely made it out of the hotel, frankly, it was the last thing on my mind. As the men dragged me out despite my struggling and pleas, a bright idea popped into my head. I took out my gun and began to fire at Marco. The bastard had the nerve to look at me remorsefully. He didn't try to shield himself, let alone fight back. He shut his eyes as if he welcomed it, as if he wanted me to kill him.I opened my eyes and looked around, a young priest had a

MarcoIf Francesco were here, he would have stopped me. He would have told me I was blinded by rage and not thinking straight. He would have done anything to stop me from charging into Six's territory without backup and with just one machine gun.I slammed on the brakes as the car came to a halt. When I stepped out, the area was pitch black. If Rafi's services hadn't come highly recommended, I'd doubt that anyone lived here. There were derelict buildings scattered about. There was not a single street light to light up the dark alley. It was an abandoned part of the city that no one ever went through. Runouts of this place had become so popular that no one dared to come around, but of course, that was where Six's safe house was. The last place we would think to look. Son of a bitch.I peered around, cursing under my breath that I had come alone. There were many buildings, and for all I knew, he could be in any one of them. I didn't know where to start looking. As soon as I took a step

ArabellaI've been coming down here for the past few days. Every time I push open the heavy door and step into this damp, airless basement, the hair at the back of my neck stands. A new wave of dread washed over me as I came face to face with him again.The light was dim, a single bulb dangling from a frayed cord above Marco's head, and yet it was enough to see the damage. There was always something new, another shadowed bruise along his jaw, a cut swelling on his lip, dark blotches creeping along his arms. Leonardo had promised this was my call, that I would decide whatever happened to Marco, but he didn't promise he wouldn't get his own pound of flesh. I would feel him get out of bed at night when he thought I was asleep, and I knew he was coming down here.The first day I came, I thought maybe he would speak, but he didn't. He didn't even look at me. The second day, he did. Those menacing dark eyes stared right at me the whole time, making me so uneasy. Now, on the fourth day, he w

ArabellaThe first contrast in how my body responded to Leonardo and Marco was so different. If it had been Marco or any other man threatening to bind me in chains and capture me again, I would have panicked. But with Leo, those words made me melt, my legs turned to jelly. The thought of being his captive was enticing, and a fresh pool of wetness settled between my legs. I would have willingly put myself in those chains and crawled on my knees after him. Okay, maybe that was too much, Arabella. Who was I kidding?Now, my face was pressed into the bed, my ass high in the air, my legs spread as far apart as I could manage in front of him, giving him a close view of my thong that barely covered anything, eagerly anticipating his touch. My whole body was on fire for him.He slid his finger into my thong, brushing against my wet folds, running his knuckles up and down my soaking wet pussy.I slammed my hips into his hands impatiently.He hovered over my back, a smirk on his face. "When did

ArabellaI always knew I was going to do this. It was only a matter of when, a matter of when I got tired of all the nightmares and the panic attacks of having Marco in the same house again. My hands hovered over everything, searching, until I found one, a small dagger. Leo's dagger. I picked it up and rushed toward him.Marco's eyes went wide with shock. Stupid. Did he really think for a moment I'd be dumb enough to release him? I saw the maddening look in his eyes yesterday, the moment I did, he would choke me with his bare hands."Arabella, what are you do—" The words died on his lips as he cried out in pain.I drove the knife into his left thigh, then forcefully yanked it out. His cries intensified."This is for all the times you would grab me and rape me." I stabbed his other thigh. It was the first time I was able to admit it out loud, to myself and to Marco, to call it for what it was."Arabella, you cunt!" he cursed, bleeding heavily from the deep gash in his thigh.I slashed