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.

once more, the weight of everything

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

I tried to convince

as if they

foolish

to the house, ignoring Philip's

do it. Not yet. Not like

the heavy atmosphere

1 needed to change.

dripping water as I

peeled off my skirtand shirt, the fabric sticking to my

in the mirror looked

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

myself out of it. I headed down the hallway toward

in and out of the room, I knew

to know if he was

out in the courtyard, his

he was going to be stable, but

needed to

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

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

need to see him," I said,

the left shook his head.

other guard stepped forward,

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from Phillip and I couldn't do anything about

wife card Beach truly, I was

me, but there was no use

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away, my hands clenched into fists

letting on? The thought came to the, making my

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

so I figured there

word

spiraled, jumping from

a sport, I

sky outside shifted from dull gray

kitchen at one point, staring blankly

energy filling the room like sunlight

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

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blinked, my

I the only one that knew of what happened

not be aware since she was there when he was carried

muttered, barely loud

let me see him. I don't know

softened, and she reached out, placing