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 away, turning back to

Just go, Katrina. Leave.

here to

But I didn't.

the weight of

forced into a marriage I didn't want. And yet, when I get the chance to leave, I find it

matter how hard I tried to convince myself,

move, as if they were lasted to the

you foolish body,

to the house, ignoring Philip's penetrating stare as

it. Not yet. Not like

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

1 needed to change.

dripping water as I walked up,

my skirtand shirt, the fabric sticking to my

reflection in the mirror

tried to push the thoughts away as I

it. I headed down the

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

know

bleeding out in the courtyard, his

me he was going to be stable, but that

to see

reached his door, two guards stood in front of

their faces, wondering what actually gave me the nerve to try and

to see him," I said,

the left shook his head. "No

other guard stepped forward, his expression

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knew the orders were from Phillip

his wife card Beach truly,

me, but there was no

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walked away,

letting on? The thought came to the,

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

through the day, so I figured there was no point

no one said a word about Silas. No updates,

silence was ambearable, and my thoughts spiraled,

conclusions were a sport, I would be an

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

myself in the kitchen at one point, staring blankly at a

in, her usual cheerful energy filling the room like sunlight breaking

her voice bright and entirely too chipper for how I

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blinked, my

the only one that knew of what happened to Silas, or did they not

be aware since she was there when he

loud enough for her

him. I don't know if