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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head, forced the thought away, turning back

Just go, Katrina. Leave.

here to stop

But I didn't.

hesitated once more, the weight

yet, when I get the chance to leave, I

I tried to convince myself, something

feet didn't move, as if they were

foolish

sigh, I turned back to the

do it. Not yet. Not

felt colder than usual. the heavy atmosphere chokingas I climbed the stairs to my

1 needed to change.

dripping water as I walked up,

my room, I peeled off my skirtand shirt, the fabric sticking to

in the

to push the thoughts away as I quickly pulled on fresh clothes,

it. I headed down the

but when I saw the maids rushing in and out of the room,

to know if he

bleeding out in the

to be stable, but that

to see

guards stood in front of it, their

faces, wondering what actually gave me the nerve

him," I said, my voice firmer

guard on the left shook his head. "No

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

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orders were from Phillip and I couldn't do anything

Tin his wife card Beach truly, I was Lisy prisoner with the

and wony gruwed at me, but there was no

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walked away, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. Why wouldn't they

Silas worse than they were letting on? The thought came

dare, wandering aimlessly through the house, waiting for

hadn't asked about me all through the day, so I figured there was

no one said a word about Silas. No updates, no

and my thoughts spiraled, jumping from one dark possibility

a sport, I would be an Olympic Gold

sky outside shifted from dull gray to

kitchen at one point, staring blankly at a cup of tea

when Alisa bounced in, her usual cheerful energy filling

too chipper for how I felt. "You look like you've seen a

1b

blinked, my

I the only one that knew of what

be aware

I muttered, barely loud

let me see him.