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

myself to believe that. But

look

to God knows where and

an answer," I snapped, my frustration bubbling over Why did you even come to

question that had been

were going to be

I was

"You ask too many questions, Katrina." That only made me angrier. "And you give no answers."

before returning

then. And the same is happening now. It seemed as if we

retort, my heart pounding faster. I hated the power he had over me-the way he could make me feel

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

what were we doing here then? I couldn't think of a particular reason

And I was right. A group of Silas's men was already waiting by

alone. I sat there,

tell me to stay, but the

closing the

allowed to take a single step out

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 sat there, the more my fear and curiosity

that Silas had to drag

through, I found myself stepping out of the car. I crept toward the warehouse, my heart hammering in my

cat? Well luckily for

step

just turn around. You don't have to know," I said to myself

felt heavier, my breath quickening

I had listened

already too late

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 his men. A table was scattered with maps,

couldn't they do this at home? I mean it was more convenient to

that, but I kept

of our men," Silas said, his voice sounding cold "I'm not leaving

Marcos? My father?

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Chapter 85