Lahat ng Kabanata ng S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

SixI looked around the large room. It was a lounge, with a large bar behind me, tables set in a homely manner, and men sitting around nursing their drinks. Bottles were strewn across the floor, and soft music played in the background.The only thing missing was scantily clad women strutting from one end of the lounge to the other. The men talked loudly about some dumb thing I couldn’t keep up with.I really did try at first, but the obnoxious tales they told usually ended with loud laughter and the rest of the group joining in. They were stories they had told countless times before. They were family.And I sat amongst them, a stranger, sipping whisky with an expression that barely masked my boredom. My fingers tapped idly against the stem of my glass, and every few minutes, I checked my watch.If I had it my way, I would have been long gone, anywhere but here. Gatherings like this were never my cup of tea.But I couldn’t leave. Not yet.So instead, I let my mind wander.My mind wande

SixI stepped outside, the cool evening air brushing against my skin as I walked toward the pool.The soft glow of the underwater lights illuminated the water, casting rippling reflections onto the stone deck. And then I saw her.Arabella.She moved through the water with hypnotic grace, her body slicing through it like a siren born to the sea.The tiny red latex bikini she wore clung to her every curve, not just accentuating but celebrating each perfect dip and line of her frame.It was sinfully bold, molding to her like a jealous lover, making her breasts look fuller, her wet skin gleaming like polished marble under the shimmering lights.I clenched my jaw until it ached, loathing the instant traitorous response of my body.The urgent stiffness pressing against my pants mocked me, a humiliating reminder of how utterly powerless I was in her presence.I had assumed, hoped, that after everything, after the time she spent avoiding me, after the distance she had put between us, after th

ArabellaI exhaled as we got out of the cars lined up in the parking lot. My heart hammered in my chest just like it always did whenever I was around Marco. There were at least seven more men carrying heavy weapons.I had never walked in the company of men like this, but as the capo’s bride-to-be, I had to. Now, there was a target on my back.I bowed my head as we walked toward the high-end store. A large glass window displayed timeless designs. The old me would have been thrilled to go shopping, especially in an expensive place like this.My back turned rigid when he put his hand on me again, sliding over the curve of my hip, fingers pressing in as though he was making sure I understood who I belonged to.The gesture was subtle, meant for me alone, but I felt Francesco watching. He was the closest to Marco, always at his ear, cheering him on.The amusement in his eyes made my skin crawl with disgust. He was repulsive. There was something in the way he looked at us, like he got off on

ArabellaI groaned out loud as I tossed from side to side on my bed. My eyelids fluttered open, and I let out a sigh of frustration. It was yet another morning. This wasn’t the bed I woke up on - my bed was a large queen size, and the sheets were comfy.The room was the perfect temperature, and yet I struggled with sleeping every night. There was a lot on my mind. Don Corleone. It had been weeks since the charity gala, and I was yet to hear a word from him.I pulled the duvet over me and sighed again. Admittedly, I hadn’t given it much thought when I had the idea. It was one of those ideas that dropped into my lap, and I decided to run with it. The mansion was gated and well-secured.I wasn’t allowed to leave at will. Marco said there were certain privileges that would come with time.I was basically a prisoner in a mansion. My old phones and laptops were taken from me, and the only devices I was allowed to use were controlled by Marco. I couldn’t get anything past him. So how was I s

ArabellaMy cheeks burned in embarrassment at the realization that I might be jealous. What I felt for Six was not just mere attraction as I had thought.It wasn’t just sexual tension; it was strong enough to make me, a grown woman, burst into tears in the middle of a party because he was talking to another girl.Could it be my hormones? Or my period? Or my ovulation? What girly disaster was responsible for my new behavior?I walked away from them, putting as much distance as I could between us, but that didn’t stop me from stealing glances at them every now and then.I gulped down the last contents of my drink when a man walked up to me. He was carrying two champagne flutes.“Here’s one for the lady,” he said and offered me one.I smiled at him politely. “Thank you.”His smile took me aback for a moment; he looked really young. He didn’t look like any of the men here - he had the kindest eyes I had ever seen.He was gawking at me, and then he looked away. “It took me a moment to walk