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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my head, forced the thought away, turning back to

Just go, Katrina. Leave.

isn't here to

But I didn't.

hesitated once more, the weight of

didn't want. And yet, when I get

I tried to convince myself, something inside me

move, as if they were lasted to the

you foolish body,

a frustrated sigh, I turned back to the house, ignoring

do it. Not yet. Not

house felt colder than usual. the heavy atmosphere chokingas I

1 needed to change.

as I walked

peeled off my skirtand shirt, the fabric sticking to

reflection in the

tried to push the thoughts away as I quickly pulled on

talk myself out of it. I

the maids rushing in and out of the room, I knew Silas just had to be

had to know if he

was bleeding out in the courtyard,

to be

to

in front of it, their

hard look on their faces, wondering

him," I said, my

on the left shook

push past them, but the other guard stepped forward, his expression Jnmoved 'Orders

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were from Phillip and I couldn't do

couldn't even use the Tin his wife card Beach truly, I was Lisy prisoner with the decorative title of a

at me, but

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I turned and walked away,

they were letting on? The thought came to

a dare, wandering aimlessly through the

hadn't asked about me all through the day, so I figured there was no point

said a word about Silas. No updates,

spiraled, jumping from one

conclusions were a sport, I

outside shifted from dull

at one point, staring blankly at a cup

cheerful energy filling the room like sunlight breaking through

how I felt. "You look like

1b

blinked, my

that knew of what happened to Silas, or did

not be aware since

muttered, barely loud enough for

let me see him. I don't

she reached out,