The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 93

Katrina's POV

I froze as soon as I stepped into my room, the door clicking shu behind me.

What was this? How did I get myself in this situation? I wondered as I stared straight ahead, my heart racing in my chest.

Chris was there, sitting on the edge of my bed like he had every fight to be. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. What was he doing here? And how did he get in here? I was just about to run back out when he shook his head slightly tapping on his hip.

My eyes fell on the dark glint tucked in his trousers and my heart fell. A gun.

He was warning me not to make any sudden moves because of the gun he had. But which would be faster, Chris taking the gun out of his pocket or me turning on my heels and dashing off.

I didn't want to know.

"Chris," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

The grounds were filled with Silas' men on patrol and someone Chris had managed to go past every one of them.

in and told him.

And how did he know which particular room was mine? Someone must have let him in

We had a mole in the house.

"Jeez. I can smell the cogs in your head turning. Stop trying to understand how I got in," he sat. My eyes followed his every movement, I was only trying to be careful.

he

Oaned, pushing up from where

There was something unhinged in his expression and it sent shivers down my spine. He looked at me like I was some kind of prize he'd come to collect. I took one slow step back but even that seemed to have caught his attention. "Katrina you have a habit of doing that exact opposite of what I ask you to do," he said and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Was I supposed to listen to him?

easy for both of us. I want you to run out

exact opposite of that. But this was the one

he never answered my question, so

you here

room

screaming your lungs

I remember humiliating him then, did he forget about that or does

confusion mixing with the anger that was already simmering in my chest. "What are you

his? What in Silas' Mafia

care anymore, I was going to take the risk and scream for Silas

don't care about me, but I'm certain they'd be mad once they find out someone who isn't

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currently indoors.

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you!" Chris burst out and my eyes

the delusional fuck

should've been my wife, Katrina.

+5

hit me. I laughed. I couldn't control it, I

and I never wanted that. Plus I still haven't forgotten how he ran on the day of the

a step toward me. My instincts screamed at me to back away, but I

to push me out of the window, and I sure hope he

Right?

"You were meant to be mine. Not

ruined that wedding, but he did me a favor. I wasn't going to marry you, Chris. Not then, not now, not ever." How hard was it for him to get that? I

his calm snapped. He lunged toward me, his hand reaching for my arm. I barely

I shouted, my voice trembling despite my best efforts. My fingers desperately pulled against the door knob but this was

time his hands caught my wrist. Panic surged through