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

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

didn't even bother to look

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

snapped, my frustration bubbling over Why did you even come to the

finally asked the question that

were going to be my professor, and

put a stop to all the questions I was asking, and Silas seemed to

his knuckles tightening on the wheel. "You ask too many questions, Katrina." That only made

second before returning to the road. "Be quiet, or I'll make you regret

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

he had over me-the way

car slowed as we pulled into a gated compound. There was a warehouse just in front and it looked like

I couldn't think of a

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

the car and stepped out without a word, leaving me alone. I sat there, gripping my bag tightly, debating whether

to stay, but the look

closing the

allowed to take a single step

walked in. it was clear something big was happening. And whatever if was, I wasn't allowed to

Silas

the car. I crept toward the

Well luckily

a step when

around. You don't have to

heavier, my breath quickening as

inside, I wished I had listened to myself

already too late for me

the shadows as I 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

I mean it was more convenient to do it

ask him that, but I kept to myself, paying

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

Marcos? My father?

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Chapter 85