The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 23

Katrina's POV

I turned toward the path where they had just driven in from, the opened gates staring at me.

I had been searching for this exact route earlier, the day he had caught me in the woods. But the thick canopy of leaves had hidden it from view.

If you didn't know it was there, you'd easily miss it.

What need was there to hide the gates? And who would bring up such a crazy idea?

But that wasn't what I should be worried about, I should be worried about leaving here..

Phillip had given me a chance and I should be smart enough to take it.

The guards were scattered around the courtyard, their attention diverted, none of them noticing the way I hovered by the

entrance.

They were all worried about Silas, they wouldn't bother with what I was doing now.

This was my chance. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than the last and it urged me forward.

I took a step toward the gate, then another.

Blinking out rain from my eyes, I wiped with my face with my lands as the rain fell in never ending drops

Come on, Katrina. This is what you've been waiting for.

My body felt pulled in two directions, toward the promise of esclipe back home and towards Silas who was currently fighting for his life.

But something held me back.

I didn't

idn't run out of the gates like I should have, instead I walked slowly.

Like I was waiting for something or someone to stop me.

How different was this place from the home I had known all these years.

I came to a stop just a few steps from the gate, my body frozen in place. I glanced over my shoulder, back toward the house.

And there, staring at me from one of the upstairs windows, was Phillip.

His eyes were cold, calculating. He stared at me as he waited for me to leave.

It seemed as if he had even been waiting for this moment, waiting to see me run.

Because he wasn't going to stop me.

His gaze sent a chill down my spine, and for a brief moment, I felt an irrational surge of guilt

But why? What did I have to feel guilty for? I wasn't the one torturing people in basements, wasn't the one playing judge, jury, and executioner. He keeps saying that was what they did, but still.

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my head, forced the thought away,

Just go, Katrina. Leave.

isn't here

But I didn't.

weight of everything pressing

didn't want. And yet, when I get the chance to leave, I

convince myself, something inside me

move, as if they

foolish

back to the house, ignoring Philip's penetrating stare as

do it. Not yet. Not

usual. the heavy atmosphere chokingas

1 needed to change.

were dripping water as I walked up, the heaviness pulling me

in my room, I peeled off my skirtand shirt, the

the mirror looked

I quickly pulled

I could talk myself out of it. I headed

had never been there before, but when I saw the maids rushing in and out of the room, I knew Silas just had to be

had to know if

out in the courtyard,

was going to be stable, but

needed to

I reached his door, two guards stood in front of it,

a hard look on their faces, wondering what actually

need to see him," I said,

guard on the left shook his

to push past them, but the other guard stepped forward, his expression Jnmoved 'Orders are orders," he said, his

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the orders were from Phillip and

his wife card Beach truly, I was Lisy prisoner

at me, but

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walked away, my hands

were letting on? The thought came to the, making

spent the rest of the day in a dare, wandering aimlessly through the house, waiting

so I figured

word about Silas.

thoughts spiraled, jumping from one

were a sport, I would

hours dragged on, the sky outside shifted from dull gray to deep indigo, the

myself in the kitchen at one point, staring blankly at a cup of tea I

when Alisa bounced in, her usual cheerful energy filling the room like sunlight

chirped, her voice bright and entirely too chipper for how

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blinked, my

tight. Was I the only one that knew of what happened to Silas, or

impossible for her to not be aware

barely loud

let me see him.