Semua Bab S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Bab 51 - Bab 60

ArabellaI stared at my reflection in the mirror. The ladies who had helped dress me up were already packing up and leaving.I couldn’t deny that I looked beautiful—more beautiful than I had ever looked.I mean, it was expected, seeing as I was wearing a very beautiful dress that Marco had spent a fortune on. It was a pink satin dress that clung to me, but not in a way that made it hard for me to breathe.It had tiny sleeves and was backless, pooling around my feet. I was wearing it with a matching pair of silver heels and clutch.Marco’s voice echoed in my mind: I want you to look elegant. I want them to see what’s mine.I adjusted the straps and stepped out of my room, my heels quiet on the marble. Each step toward the stairs made my heart beat louder.This was supposed to be a dinner. A pre-wedding celebration. A soft show of power. I was supposed to be radiant. Grateful. His.But I felt hollow.I saw him the moment I reached the top of the stairs.Six.He stood near the front door

ArabellaI merely smiled at him.His fingers brushed against my crotch, and his lips curled into a smirk. “It’s a fountain here, baby…”I blushed hard and lowered my eyes. “I want to moan your real name when you pleasure me…” Even I didn’t believe I had said it out loud.Of course, it was more than that. If I was in love with the man, I needed to know his name at least.Love? What a strange word, but it was true. I was in love with my bodyguard. I was in love with Leonardo Moretti.He grinned; that beautiful smile that made me weak in the knees. “I promise not to fall short of your expectations, Arabella. I would also like to hear you moan my name…” he whispered, and then he took my panties off, baring me to him.He shut his eyes and inhaled, his lips curling into a pleased smile. He was smiling like my panties were a scent he was addicted to.Just like he said, they were soaking wet—just like they always were whenever I was around him. He brought them to my nose.“This… you drive me

SixFrancesco’s voice still echoed through the dining room. The bastard had finally spoken up, and in a room like this.The nerve of him! Maybe I wasn’t threatening enough; maybe I was beginning to lose my touch. Otherwise, he would’ve taken my warnings seriously.No one spoke a word. No one moved. You could hear a pin drop. The air was thick with the kind of silence that comes right before something shatters.My hand rested on the grip of my gun under the table, loose but ready. My eyes were on Marco.Waiting for a sign. The odds were tipped against us, but I would die before I sat quietly and watched him pounce on Arabella. The whole building was packed with Marco’s men. I was outnumbered.Since the incident at the mall, he had become paranoid. He had the building cleared from top to bottom; he even hired extra gun hands. All I had on me was a handgun, but I’d take out Marco in an instant if need be.I glanced at Arabella. She was so far away. I wanted to be close to her in this mom

Arabella“It belonged to my grandmother,” he said, “and her mother before that. It’s a family heirloom.” He opened the box and took it out, twirling it between his fingers. “She gave it to me a couple of years ago. Said I should give it to someone I really cared about.”I looked up at him, unsure, my mouth dry.“It’s sentimental,” he added softly. “Don’t lose it.”He grabbed my hand forcefully and slipped the ring onto my engagement finger, then peered at it closely. “You’re wearing a Falcone heirloom, an important one at that. You’ve become a part of our family now, Bella.”My heart was pounding in my chest. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him. My plans to escape from him and this lie were not fruitful. Now that he suspected me and Six, our chances had gotten even slimmer.“Th-thank you,” I stuttered.He shook his head and chuckled. “You don’t appreciate it, do you? You don’t understand the weight of what I’ve given you. You don’t want it…”I noticed he was getting angry. “No, no, t

SixI stood at a distance, hands buried in my pockets, watching the warehouse.It was one of Francesco’s spots. Technically, it belonged to the Falcones, but Francesco was in charge. It was quiet, remote, and easy to overlook if you didn’t know what went on inside.Drugs were cooked, packaged, and moved from that place. He was proud of it. Ran it like it was his crown jewel. Tonight, there were only a couple of guards pacing around. They had no idea what was about to hit them.I shifted my weight and took a drag from my cigarette. The two men beside me stayed silent. They knew the drill.My thoughts drifted to her again. I hadn’t seen Arabella since the event.Not properly, anyway. A glimpse here and there, her silhouette through a window, the sound of her voice behind a door. I missed the scent of her perfume, the way her lips felt against mine.I missed having her close. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and forget all of this—just for a moment. But I couldn’t. Not now. Not with M