All Chapters of S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

ArabellaSix was kissing me.Those were the words ringing in my head. I was pressed up against the wall, his body trapping me in between. I could feel the bulge in his pants; he was aroused, and so was I.And nothing else mattered—not the fact that we were in an elevator, nor the fact that Marco was in this building. Not even my anger toward Six could stop me from feeling all the things I was feeling in this moment.I had been so conscious of him walking behind me; I could feel his piercing stare, and now that our bodies were pressed against each other and our lips locked, I could feel all of the emotions.His kisses were soft at first, and then it got heated. His hands roamed my body, feeling me up while his mouth attacked my lips aggressively.He tasted of bourbon and whiskey, his scent a perfect blend of citrus and sandalwood that wafted through the air, enveloping me.I shut my eyes, basking in the scent. I wanted to be wrapped up in it completely. He cupped my cheeks, deepening t

SixShe was in the pool again.I saw her from the second-floor balcony, and for a long moment, I didn’t move. I just watched her.She was wearing a black bikini, her skin glistening under the sun. I gawked at her slender body as she glided through the water.Her head bobbed above the surface, and she was a vision. Every inch of her was perfect.I hadn’t planned on coming down here. But here I was, walking toward the edge like I had no damn control over myself. Maybe I didn’t.I didn’t the last time I was with her—I’d trapped her in an elevator and almost fucked her there.She surfaced and saw me standing there.Her eyes flicked to mine. There was no tenderness in her blue gaze. She didn’t look at me like she used to anymore.I didn’t care.I sat on the edge of a lounger, leaned forward, and lit a cigarette I didn’t want. “You always swim when you’re pissed?”She didn’t answer. Just turned and pushed off the edge again.I watched her glide across the water like it wasn’t driving me ins