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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the thought

Just go, Katrina. Leave.

isn't here to stop

But I didn't.

the weight of

want. And yet, when I get the chance to leave, I find it hard

convince myself, something inside

didn't move, as if they were lasted to

foolish body,

a frustrated sigh, I turned back to the house, ignoring Philip's penetrating stare as 1

couldn't do it. Not yet. Not like

atmosphere chokingas I climbed

1 needed to change.

water as I

my skirtand shirt, the fabric sticking to

reflection in the mirror looked foreign-pale,

away as I quickly

of it. I headed

the maids rushing in and out

know if

before he was bleeding out in the courtyard,

told me he was going to be stable, but

to see

guards stood in front of

down with a hard look on their faces, wondering what actually gave me the nerve to

need to see him," I said,

guard on the left

push past them, but the other guard stepped forward, his

Chapter 23

the orders were from Phillip and I couldn't

Beach truly, I was Lisy prisoner with the decorative title of

gruwed at me, but

Π

away, my

on? The thought came to the, making my

the rest of the day in a dare, wandering aimlessly

day, so I figured there was no point going to

no one said a word about Silas. No updates,

was ambearable, and my thoughts spiraled,

conclusions were a sport, I would be an Olympic Gold

on, the sky outside shifted from

found myself in the kitchen at one point, staring blankly

bounced in, her usual cheerful energy

voice bright and entirely too chipper for how I

1b

blinked, my

that knew of what happened to Silas,

it was impossible for her to not be aware since she was there

barely loud enough for

him. I don't know if he's