Lahat ng Kabanata ng S.I.X: The Mafia's Kryptonite: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

SixArabella descended the staircase like she owned the room, and in a way, she did. All eyes turned toward her. Even the pianist seemed to agree, as he played beautifully.The red dress hugged her figure like a glove. She hesitated for a moment, scanning the crowd.Then, in an instant, she brushed it off and continued down the stairs. Her poise was perfect, a polite smile on her face, and my God, she was beautiful!My chest tightened. She was always beautiful, but tonight? Tonight, she was breathtaking.I wasn’t the only one who thought so.Marco was watching her like she was the main course, and I hated it. His gaze roamed over her, lingering in places it had no business lingering.My jaw clenched. I forced myself to look away. It was hard not to gawk at her when she was just across the room.Tonight’s event, however, was different. The Capo was the host, we were surrounded by his people, and Arabella was out of bounds tonight.I had never cared for Marco before, but now? After I me

ArabellaMy eyelids slowly fluttered open as I struggled to adjust to the bright lights in the room. A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head, and my limbs felt heavy.As my vision cleared, I found myself staring into a familiar pair of midnight-black eyes. It was the same set of eyes I had been looking into when I...I sat up with a start, only to be hit with an immediate wave of dizziness.“Hey, take it easy,” he said in his deep baritone voice, placing an arm around me and gently tucking me back into bed. “You need a lot of rest. Your body needs time to recover. You were poisoned.” He glanced at me. “I poisoned you, but don’t worry. Just another night’s rest, and you’ll be o—”“Wait, what did you say?” I blurted out, my eyes wide with shock.“I said you have to rest up, so you’ll feel be—”“No, no, before that,” I interjected.He furrowed his brows. “Oh, the part where I said I poisoned you.”“Ho... How could...”Before I could finish my sentence, Maria and two other women strol

SixThe room smelled of smoke and alcohol. The men around the table were smoking huge cigars and drinking whiskey. I sat on the edge of the dark leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other.Across from me, Arabella’s father sat stiffly in a bright purple plaid suit. The man had questionable style. His hair was silver-white and styled to perfection.The expensive Richard Mille wristwatch on his hand, paired with the gold bracelet and chunky gold rings, oozed wealth.It was probably new, dirty money he had received from selling off his own daughter to a vile man like Marco.Marco leaned back with a smug smile. “So tell me again, Enzo Rodriguez. Why couldn’t you make it to your own daughter’s engagement party?”Arabella’s father cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his shirt like it might help his excuse land better. “I had a prior engagement,” he said, his voice cool and clipped. “Business. It couldn’t be postponed.”Business. That’s what she was to him too, I guessed. A busines

SixI stood by the double doors, back straight, eyes fixed on the far wall. My hands were clasped behind me, fingers twitching with controlled tension. I tried not to look—God knows I tried.But she was in the mirror.Arabella.How could I not steal a look?In beautiful silk and lace, she stood in the middle of the room. The dress clung to her like it was carved on her body, half-zipped and half-exposed, her skin glowing softly under the golden light.Marco lounged in a velvet chair a few feet away, legs spread, watching her as if she were a prized possession meant for display. He licked his lower lip, a crooked smile on his face.“She’ll make a beautiful bride, won’t she, Six?” he said, his voice low and smug.I didn’t look at him. I didn’t even blink. I kept my gaze fixed on the wall, determined to stay detached.“Yes,” I answered, my jaw set tight. I stole a quick glance at her again.My voice came out flat. It was hard to stay in control when all I wanted to do was charge at him a

SixI asked her to stop. She was wearing white lacy underwear with a bow in front. I was gawking at her.There was something about her in those lacy panties that did my head in. I stared at her flat belly, then at her full, long legs.I exhaled. This woman would be the death of me. I touched her crotch area, tracing a path down to the wet spot between her legs.“Nice choice of undies,” I remarked.She smiled, but I didn’t miss the look that crossed her face.“Let me guess, Marco’s choice?” I asked in a strained voice.She nodded, looking at me with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. “Do you ever think of him?” I asked.She shook her head vigorously. “No. His touch repulses me…”I touched her again down there, gently. “And mine?”Of course I was jealous. It was torture to watch them together. I needed to be sure. I needed reassurance.She sucked in a deep breath and shook her head. “I like it when you touch me,” she whispered.I crouched in front of her and pulled down her pa