Semua Bab S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Bab 71 - Bab 74

ArabellaThe house was quiet when I entered the living room. Golden light filtered through sheer drapes. It was late afternoon, and no one was home. I sighed in relief, thinking I was finally alone—until I spotted her.Marco’s grandmother sat in her usual place by the tall window, a heavy knit shawl around her shoulders, her silver hair pulled back in a tight twist. The scent of herbal tea filled the air. She was reading an old book.She looked up the moment she heard me. “Arabella,” she said softly, smiling. “Come. Sit.” She gestured at the chair behind her.I peered around hesitantly. “I don’t want to be a bother…”“You’re not. Now come,” she insisted.My feet felt heavy as I crossed the room, but I obeyed. I always obeyed. I sat beside her on the antique loveseat, trying to keep my back straight. I tried to breathe, ignoring the pain I felt on the inside when I did. Marco hadn’t hit me in days, but I was still bruised up from the last time that he did.She took my hand in hers. Her

ArabellaThe kitchen was cold. The only source of light came from the pale glow of the fridge. I poured myself a glass of milk with trembling hands. My fingers could barely hold the glass steady.The Falcone estate was eerily quiet. Most people had gone to bed, and the guards were unusually silent. My bare feet padded softly against the marble tiles as I slipped into the corner near the window.I sank down onto the floor, knees drawn to my chest, and placed the cold glass between them.The glass of milk was forgotten, and my mind wandered.I pressed my forehead to my knees, shoulders drooping as I let the tears come. They were silent at first, but my body trembled with the force of them. I was so tired of pretending.So tired of lying to everyone—especially Six. I was so tired of being Marco’s plaything. Tired of being touched by hands I hated. Tired of flinching in my own skin.Tired of being constantly watched, constantly cornered, constantly used. I was tired of the bruises, the pa