The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 88

Katrina's POV

I made my way down the halls, my footsteps echoing as I walked. There wasn't a single soul in sight and I wondered what might have happened to them.

Compared to a couple of weeks ago when the halls would be filled with people keeping an eye on me, this place was deserted.

I was currently on my way to see Silas. One, because I needed to see him and two, because he had ordered for my presence.

I wasn't even sure what I was going to say to Silas, but I knew I needed to talk to him.

As I turned the corner, I spotted Maria leaning against the wall, her eyes landing on me immediately and I paused.

Was she actually waiting for me all these while? I couldn't help but wonder. Some times I wonder if Maria was actually obsessed with me and just covering it up.

"Well, well," she said with a sarcastic smile. "Still alive, huh? Shame. I was hoping you'd spare us all the trouble and drop dead by now

You see? Totally obsessed. She could have just ignored me and let me walk pass, but she couldn't and had to start up a conversation with me.

rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Sorry to disappoint you, Maria, but I'm not going anywhere. Maybe you should focus on your own life instead of obsessing over mine." I fired at her, my lips pulling into a slight smirk. Her smirk faltered for a moment before she straightened. "Bold words for someone who's just a temporary wife. Silas won't keep you forever, you know."

"At least I'm married to him. Shouldn't you be ashamed that you're pinning after a married man?" I arched a brow, waiting for her to answer. But it seemed I made her speechless.

"Oh, right, because falling for your kidnapper is totally normal. Should I call it Stockholm syndrome or just bad taste?"

I know, it's a totally messed up situation. Let's not forget that he's my uncle as well.

"Silas would get tired of you and toss you away," she warned, taking a step forward.

"And yet, here I am," I shot back, giving her a pointed look. "If you're so sure about that, why don't you ask him yourself?" Maria glared at me, but I didn't stick around to hear whatever comeback she was planning. I had better things to do than argue

with her.

And that was to see my kidnapper Uncle.

I wanted to know the next step I'd be taking.

I made my way to Silas's office and knocked on the door. His deep voice called me in, and I entered, closing the door behind

me

This was the first time I was walking into his office and

given an opportunity to walk

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while he did whatever it was he was doing. Silas was seated at his desk, looking through some

you want, Katrina?" He asked, a brow coming up. He had reading glasses on

hair was tied in a low bun, a few grey strands framing his face. As usual his shirt was half open,

hard, stepping

I want? I wanted him to fuck me hard against his table, using his

ecstasy.

quiet. "Fuck me," I blurted out. When I realized

I rushed out, trying to save

his eyes darkened. "If you

Something about the

his tone sent shivers down my spine but I couldn't forget what I

about school. I know I'm supposed to start soon, and

Silas interrupted, his tone final. "You'll take online courses instead. That's safer

wasn't what

No! I can't just stay here all the time, Silas. I need to go to school. I

his eyes narrowing. "I'm not risking you being out there, where you can be targeted.

Katrina. You

frustration. "This is my life! You

final. As for Aiden, Blair will handle his kidnapping. You don't need to worry about it." His dismissive tone made my blood boil.

off like

he said sharply, his voice like

one word was enough to tell me that I shouldn't push it and should just let it

rest of my words. He wasn't going to listen, and I

be big for me, it was important and right now it was being

had walked in on me on my knees, why had I done all that if

it. I tried it to shake off the voice in my head that reminded me, focusing on what was happening right

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another word. Iturged on my heel and stormed out of the room and slamming the door behind

me down without a second thought. I hated how powerless he made me feel. Was there ever a time I was in control of my own life? Definitely not. I lived under Marcos' jurisdiction, waking and sleeping

couldn't live