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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thought away,

Just go, Katrina. Leave.

isn't here to stop

But I didn't.

once more, the weight of everything pressing down

a marriage I didn't want. And yet, when

matter how hard I tried to convince myself, something inside me refused to

didn't move, as if they were lasted to the

you foolish

the house, ignoring

couldn't do it. Not yet.

house felt colder than usual. the heavy atmosphere chokingas I climbed the

1 needed to change.

dripping water as I walked up, the heaviness

room, I peeled off my skirtand shirt,

the

tried to push the thoughts away as I quickly pulled

before I could talk myself out of it. I headed down

never been there before, but when I saw the maids rushing in and out of the room, I knew

know

was bleeding out in the courtyard,

he was going to be stable, but that wasn't

to see

two guards stood in front of it, their arms crossed

their faces, wondering what actually gave me the

said, my voice firmer

the left shook his

want to check on him," 1 insisted, trying to push past them, but the other guard stepped forward, his expression Jnmoved 'Orders are orders," he said, his voice

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knew the orders were from Phillip and I couldn't do anything about

the Tin his wife card Beach truly, I

at me, but

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through them. With a huff of annoyance, I turned and walked away, my

on? The thought came to

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

all through the day, so I figured there was no point going

no one said a word about Silas. No

spiraled,

a sport, I

the hours dragged on, the sky outside shifted from

point, staring blankly at a

cheerful energy filling the room like

how

1b

blinked, my

one that knew of what happened to Silas, or

her to not be aware since she was

barely loud enough

won't let me see him.