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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forced the thought away, turning back to the

Just go, Katrina. Leave.

isn't here

But I didn't.

weight of

yet, when I get the

to convince myself, something inside me refused to

as if

you foolish

I turned back to the house, ignoring Philip's penetrating stare

do it. Not yet.

atmosphere chokingas I climbed

1 needed to change.

clothes were dripping water as I walked

I peeled off my skirtand shirt,

the mirror looked

as I

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

the maids rushing in and

had to know

was bleeding out in the courtyard, his life hanging

going to

needed to

I reached his door, two guards stood in front of it, their arms crossed over their

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

I said, my voice firmer than I

guard on the left shook his

the other guard

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from Phillip and I couldn't

truly, I was Lisy prisoner with the decorative title

wony gruwed at me, but there was no

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getting through them. With a huff of annoyance, I turned and walked away, my hands clenched into

The thought

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

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

one said a word about Silas. No updates,

thoughts spiraled,

jumping to conclusions were a sport, I would be an

outside shifted from

in the kitchen at one point, staring blankly at

in, her usual cheerful energy filling the

she chirped, her voice bright and entirely too chipper for how I felt. "You

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blinked, my

one that knew of what

impossible for her to not be aware since she was there when he

muttered, barely loud enough for her to

me see him. I don't