Semua Bab S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Bab 61 - Bab 70

ArabellaI couldn’t breathe.Marco’s voice still rang in my ears, echoing down the hall long after I left the dining room.I slipped away the moment he stood and ordered everyone to leave. The chaos in that room was suffocating. Six had gone still, a bored expression on his face as always, but I saw it—the way his eyes flicked toward me when I flinched at the sound of Marco’s fist hitting wood.Francesco and Bianca exchanged glances like this wasn’t the first time. Like they’d been waiting for him to snap.I hurried up the stairs, heart hammering in my chest. I didn’t stop until I reached the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind me, and I locked it with trembling fingers.Marco was terrifying when he was sober and happy; he was even more terrifying now that he was drunk and angry. I needed to put as much distance between us as I could.I turned the faucet on full blast and dropped to my knees by the linen closet. Buried beneath a stack of towels was the burner phone I had put away,

ArabellaI pulled the towel tightly around me as I walked down the hallway. I tried not to think about the exchange with Six, or Bianca and her mission in this house.I needed time alone—time away from all of this. The house was quiet as I walked to my bedroom.My room was dark when I entered. The heavy curtains were still drawn, letting no light in. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing in the silence.I turned around—and then I saw him.Marco.My heart skipped a beat.He sat in the chair near my dresser, legs crossed, one arm draped casually over the armrest like he owned the place—because he did. His face was blank, unreadable.That scared me more than if he had looked furious. He was much better when he was angry and I could see it in his eyes. The look on his face made me terrified.“You were at the pool for a long time,” he said quietly, drumming his fingers against the table.I didn’t answer. I walked past him and grabbed my robe from the closet, pulling it

BiancaIt was supposed to be a simple task.That’s what Marco called it when he asked me to come here—to distract Six, to test him. I’d agreed without thinking twice.At the time, it sounded amusing: manipulate a soldier, get under his skin, see what he was all about.Uncover his secrets and hand them over to my cousin, Marco. I was bored with traveling the world, so I jumped on it. It was all a simple game to me.But it wasn’t a game anymore.Every day I spent with Six blurred the lines. I couldn’t see clearly anymore. I’d lost focus on the goal. He was cold and hot, loyal to a fault. He was strong, and God, was he good-looking.He could’ve been the perfect man for me. But there was a spoiler. I saw it every time he looked at Arabella when he thought no one noticed.He wouldn’t even speak to me if Marco hadn’t forced his hand. He was still very much hung up on her. His voice only softened with me when Marco was around, so as not to raise suspicion.He was pretending—for Marco. Hiding

MarcoThe day had gone really well. One of our fronts pulled in triple the expected cut, and the squad handled business like professionals.So, I decided we’d celebrate—just my men and a few willing girls dancing in skimpy bikinis.Whiskey flowed, and cigar smoke filled the air. Soft music played in the background; some of the ladies were already dancing seductively to the rhythm.The men burst into laughter at something Francesco had said. This was good. My men were solid, and I was going to kick back, relax, and enjoy my evening.As I reclined in my chair, a sudden longing crept in—something was missing. Or rather, someone.“Tracy,” I called out to one of the girls. She was a regular at the house. “Could you call Arabella? Tell her to join us.”She smiled and nodded.Francesco leaned in, glass in hand. “Marco, that move at the docks was genius. We doubled our input. Our haters can’t catch up to us. They thought burning my joint would cause a setback—boy, were they wrong.”I smirked.

Trigger Warning:ArabellaI let out a big exhale. It was torture to be so close to him and yet so far away from him. Still, I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and touched his hand lightly.He flinched as if it burned.My heart broke. I started to pull away, but then he stopped me—not with words. He placed his palm over mine and gave it a small, aching squeeze. He didn’t look at me, didn’t speak, but he didn’t let go either.Tears pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them away, suddenly feeling choked in the air-conditioned car.When we arrived, he walked me to Marco’s office. We walked past a few of Marco’s men in the lounge area. The hallway was dim, and I was almost tempted to jump on Six, but I restrained myself. We got to a door, then Six knocked. He stole a glance at me as he did.Marco’s voice rang out. “Come in!”Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of dread washed over me.I turned to Six just before the door opened. His eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw fear in them.