The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 57

Katring

POV

"Let's stop for ice cream." I cried out, tapping my hand repeatedly as I stared at the ice cream place in front of us.

We were currently on our way home and the sun was extremely hot.

Of course, I couldn't feel it because Air Con was turned on, but still

We had finished school quite faster than I had expected, and no I didn't want to be going home earlier than I wanted.

It was going to be filled with awkward stares from the members of Silas family and Maria trying to end my life.

None of his Mata members had done anything to try and harm in the past few days, unlike before.

I didn't forget that my father had asked me to find something in Silas' main office and each time I thought about that, my heart dropped.

How was I supposed to do something like that?

And it's been a few days since the ball, so Father would reach out to me soon.

I wonder what he would do when he found out I didn't do as he said.

And Silas

What would his reaction be if he found out about it?

I wasn't certain, but for now, I was going to forget about the fight for power between them and focus on what I had now

And that was Ice cream.

"Silas..." I whined, tapping my foot impatiently as we drove by the shop..

I stared out the window as the building reduced in size with each passing minute.

He wasn't going to check it, he was just going to drive by.

"Nooooooooo, I cried out, my voice too tiny to belong to a twenty-four-year-old.

It was moments like this that I could forget things and just be free, and I was happy about that.

"Stop behaving like a child," Silas scolded not taking his eyes off the road.

I turned to glare at him, my eyes squinted with my lips pulled into a pout.

"You could have just stopped for us to pick some up and leave; we didn't have to eat it there," I whined, glaring at him.

A few weeks ago and I wouldn't even have tried to talk to him this way I was certain that if I did, my head would be rolling

For some reason, ever since I agreed to be Silas' sub was given a bit more freedom around the house, and then I've been acting this way.

I didn't hate him like I used to, but I didn't like him either.

I needed him to g

get by and to ensure that I survived.

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It was undeniable that Had gotten a bit closer to him, and he didn't scare me like before.

I wanted to ask him if he hated me like he did previously, but I didn't have the mind to.

again, what are the chances he would hate me but still want to

time it did, I wondered about my

we get intimate, does he see me as

and also his dead wife niece freak

shouldn't be thinking about things like these, but

Marcos for all I cared

Most definitely not.

allowed to

more he hates me the

way, the fewer reasons he sees to hate

I was easy.

which included doing what Marcos had asked me to do. Suddenly, the car swerved

turned the car around, ignoring

to a stop right in front of us, the car a few inches away from ramming into us. "Silas!"

the possibility of getting killed because of

his tongue, his hands still on the steering wheel as he

alive," He said, pressing down

as he drove forward with his

you are going," I screamed at him, seeing my life flash before

as they swerved to avoid ramming into us, their drivers

I was certain Silas was going to be the end of

his eyes, Silas turned his attention back to the road, swerving off to the other side of

suddenly, a few seconds

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breathing heavily as he

were going back the way

be upset and act mad about his lack

the way he turned it wiped my brain

anything else but those fingers wrapped around

an instant, my anger

snapped out of

you do that? And out of the

that said I

I said like it wasn't the most

asked like me wanting ice cream justified the stunt he just pulled "What if people got into an accident and died?" I fired back, turning around to check if there

he had just turned the car around just because wanted ice cream, and low-key, I

pointed out, talking like it

and I doubt his

mafia don, and obviously, people dying meant nothing

okay

not a saint

the ice cream place

got out

remained seated in the car, waiting for him to open the door for

carpet?" Solas hissed sarcastically pulling

you," I smiled sweetly at him, climbing down as I ignored

too hard that I wanted him to open up the door, it

with what we got.

as he slammed the door shut, turning around and

contain my happiness as I walked faster

about his reckless driving was forgotten, ice cream filling

judge me. Have you never seen a twenty-four-year-old

sir?" The woman behind the counter asked and my attention

eyes raked over his features as she played with a few strands of

and I resisted

slightly non-existent cleavage

is really attractive,

anyone would

called my name, looking down at me. His hair had fallen,

stared up at