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

like I deluded "Where are we myself to believe that. But it wouldn't hurt

even bother to look at me. "You'll

was taking me to God knows where and that's his

over Why did you even come to the school? What was that

finally asked the question that had been

didn't tell me you were going to be my professor,

questions I was asking,

ask too many questions, Katrina." That only made

returning to the road. "Be quiet, or I'll make

had kidnapped me, he was so cold to me then. And the same is happening now. It seemed as if we

had over me-the way

and it looked like it had been abandoned for years. Just one wrong move and it would come

doing here then? I couldn't think of a particular

with the mafia. And I was right. A group of Silas's men was already waiting

alone. I sat there, gripping my bag tightly, debating

didn't tell me to stay, but the look

me before closing the door

a single step out of this

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

was so important that Silas had to drag me

could think it through, I found myself stepping out of the car. I crept toward the warehouse, my heart

kills the cat? Well luckily for me,

had only taken a step

don't have to know," I said to myself but I didn't

felt heavier, my breath quickening as I approached the

inside, I wished I had listened to

already too late for me

Silas didn't see me. Their voices grew clearer as I moved closer to the source

more convenient to do it in

ask him that, but I kept to myself, paying

his voice sounding

Marcos? My father?

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Chapter 85