All Chapters of S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SixThe last few weeks away from Arabella had been a kind of torture I hadn’t expected, and quite frankly, I wasn’t built for it.I told myself I needed space to think, to breathe, to deal with the guilt I couldn’t shake off. But no amount of time made it easier to accept that I’d failed her.I should’ve seen it. I should’ve protected her. Instead, I’d been blind to her pain. I was right there with her, held her hands, looked into her eyes, and I still couldn’t see what she was going through.And once I knew the truth, I still ran. Not because I didn’t love her. God knows I do; I loved her so much it physically hurt to be away from her.I had to leave because I couldn’t bring myself to look her in the eye—not after everything she’d endured right under my nose. I needed time to gather myself, to plan what came next, and to keep from falling apart entirely.But being away from her didn’t make any of it better. It just reminded me of what I was losing.When I walked into the church that

SixShe was crying. Not just tears streaming down her cheeks—gut-wrenching sobs that caused her lithe frame to shake violently.The worst thing was she wasn’t letting me hold her and comfort her. So I stayed put, watching her lips tremble as she stared at me like I was a stranger, like she didn’t know what I’d become.I wanted to move closer. I didn’t care that she flinched, that she didn’t want to be touched. I needed her to see me—not the monster she thought I was.But she was afraid.Her eyes said everything.And for a second, I wanted to lie. To tell her I had nothing to do with it, that I was as shocked as everyone else. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t lie to her and still expect her to ever see the real me.So I looked at her. Her cheeks were damp and her hands trembling. She looked really scared; it was heart-wrenching.“Yes,” I answered in a soft voice, “I killed her.”She collapsed into herself, sobbing like the words had punched the air from her lungs.“Why?” she whispered. “Why

SixHer sad eyes flickered to me, and my heart broke all over again.“He would hit me a lot,” she whispered. “With his belt. Choke me so hard, I thought I would die. He would slap me if I even tried to protest.”I didn’t move an inch. I was struggling to breathe.Arabella stared at the water. Her voice was low and sounded like it was coming from far away. “He threatened me. He told me if I ever said anything, he’d kill you, and I’d never see you again.”I exhaled deeply. It hurt to think of all she had to endure because of me.“And then when you left, it worsened. It was like he knew I was truly defenseless…”Tears welled up in my eyes, the muscles in my jaw tensed up, and my hands balled into fists.“He got worse. He would come to my room every night…” she trailed off, her voice strained, but she still hadn’t shed a tear.As I peered at her, I realized she was tired. She was weak from all the crying she had done, her eyes were tired.Now she just wanted to talk, about all the things

MarcoI blinked. “What?”Francesco’s voice turned cold. “In all this madness… where is she? I mean, I haven’t seen her around.”I turned sharply, feeling the rage well up inside me. “Six is with her.”His expression twisted. “And where the hell is Six?”I clenched my jaw. “Where is Six…” I echoed. “Where is Arabella?” In all of this madness, I hadn’t stopped to think about her. I had been so consumed by my grief, I couldn’t see anything in front of me.I pushed past him and stormed down the hall.Her door was locked. I didn’t knock—I kicked it in. The wood cracked, and the door swung open.“Arabella!” I shouted, but the room was empty. The bed was neatly made, as if she hadn’t slept in it. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air. The box that held her wedding shoes sat untouched beneath the vanity, a reminder of our wedding ceremony that had come to an awful end. The vanity table was a bit cluttered; nothing had been arranged. It was like how she left it before the we

ArabellaSunlight filtered through the large windows in the room as my eyelids fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the light. I yawned and stretched, tapping the other side of the bed, finding it empty.I jolted up fast, realizing Six was not in bed. It was sunny and bright outside, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep.I was always tossing in bed, plagued by thoughts of Marco, but last night, I had fallen into the deepest sleep ever, not even noticing when he got out of bed.Peeking off the covers, my cheeks flushed as memories of last night rushed in. For the first time ever, I had slept in the same bed with Six. I didn’t know how something so small could evoke such strong emotions inside me.His powerful arms wrapped around me, the steady beating of his heart, his scent that was his and only his washed over me, and hearing him profess those words—telling me how much he loved and missed me—was a recipe for a good night’s sleep.I had never felt so loved a