The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 85

Katrina's POV

The car ride was tense. I sat still with

my arms

crossed, stealing glances

at Silas as

he drove in silence.

None of use had said a word to the other ever since he threw me into his car

like a sack.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, the sting of his earlier actions lingering on my skin and in my mind. I hated him for humiliating me like that in front of everyone. How could he just spank me that way? What would people think

A professor spanking a student in public? It would cause an uproar.

But what scared me more was the part of me that didn't hate it. The part that wanted him to continue even though I hated it, that part he brought out.

Screaming mentally, I tried to stop myself from having lewd thoughts but that was easier said than done.

I could still feel his palm slapping against my skin, just below my ass. And it sent shivers down my spine.

Seriously Katrina? I hissed to myself, snapping out of my thoughts.

I sounded like a pervert right now and it irked me. I never they get spanked by their uncle?

It was morally wrong. But again, I never claimed to be good.

had such thoughts previously. I mean who gets turned on when

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to focus on the present. Looking outside the window, I realized that the streets grew less familiar as Silas drove farther away from the campus

Where was he taking me? Cause this didn't look like the way back home.

I looked between Silas who still had his eyes on the road, driving silently and out my surprised if he wanted to get rid of me.

window once more.

I wouldn't be

asked, my voice sharper than I intended. I knew Silas wouldn't hurt me, more like I deluded "Where are we myself to believe that. But it wouldn't hurt if I found out where exactly we were going. "Silas?" I called his name when

didn't even bother to look at me.

was taking me to God knows where

answer," I snapped, my frustration bubbling over Why did

finally asked the question that had been bothering

to be my

to all the questions I was

knuckles tightening on the wheel. "You ask too many questions,

brief second before returning to the

he had kidnapped me, he was so cold to me then. And the same is happening

over me-the way he could make

we pulled into a gated compound. There was a warehouse just in front and it looked like it had been abandoned for years. Just one wrong

we doing here then? I couldn't think of

it had to do with the mafia. And I was right. A group of Silas's

without a word, leaving me alone. I sat there, gripping my bag tightly,

didn't tell me to stay, but the

me before closing

a single step out of

The way they moved and they kept turning around to look at me as they walked in. it was clear something big was happening. And whatever if was, I wasn't allowed to know. I should've stayed in the car. I knew that. But the longer I

that Silas

myself stepping out of the car. I crept toward the

cat? Well luckily for me, I

had only taken a step when I started to

don't have to know," I

felt heavier, my breath quickening

I wished I had listened

was already too late for

walked in, careful not to make a sound. No matter what, Inhad to make sure Silas didn't see me. Their voices grew clearer as I moved closer to the source of the noise, and finally I could see them. Silas stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by

home? I mean it was more convenient to do it in their meeting room than

that, but I kept

his voice sounding cold "I'm not

Marcos? My father?

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Chapter 85