The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 107

Katrina's POV

The next morning, I woke up with a start. I wasn't certain when had fallen asleep, or even how I got to my bed

Because my mind had replayed Ethan's grin and the threat he'd hade over and over.

I still couldn't believe that the person I had freaked out for killing carelessly was still very much alive and was threatening us.

How do I get over that?

I rubbed my arms, feeling a chill even though the room wasn't cold. Silas's warning was something else I couldn't forget/ Stay alive. I'll handle it.

It didn't comfort me. Not in the slightest. He was a Completely different person when facing his work.

I wasn't naïve enough to think I'd be safe just because Silas said so. He was a man, there's only so much he could do.

Ethan was alive, and he hated me enough to come back. Having your ex stab you at your wedding wasn't exactly a happy

memory

That thought alone kept my heart racing. And knowing who he was, he was coming for revenge.

After dressing, I tried to distract myself by pacing the room. I told myself not to overthink, but it was impossible. Every -ereak in the house, every faint noise outside my door made me jump. What If Ethan would come for me and Silas wouldn't be able to save me?

My thoughts were moving at a fast pace and nothing I did was enough to calm me down.

And that was when I saw it.

A single rose lying on the table by the window. My blood froze as I stared at it, my knees going weak. That hadn't been there

table. last night. And there was no way Silas had kept a rose on my

My heart raced as I thought of the possibilities of it getting there. There wasn't much and I wasn't going to let myself think of the worse.

Slowly, I walked toward it, my hands trembling. The petals were bright red, fresh, but the stem was dark and thorny. I reached for it and noticed a small note tucked underneath. Katrina.

That was all it said. Just my name. But the handwriting-it was his. Ethan's. I would recognize that anywhere within a thousand writings.

I stumbled back, my chest tightening. My breath came in short gasps, and panic clawed at my throat. How had it gotten here?

I hadn't felt this much fear in a long time and right now I was frozen.

My first thought was to run to Silas. He'd know what to do, right? But then I remembered the way he'd brushed me off last night. He didn't want me involved.

My door creaked slowly and I blanched. There was someone in the room with me.

I tried to move my fingers, but my whole body was stilled in shock. I couldn't do anything.

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Movell I urged myself, but

come for me and I was too

forced myself

was no

my chest, feeling my heart beat at a million miles per hour. It was just morning and I

my bedside, I

needed to talk to

lips,

against the cold oor, I hadn't bothered to put on slippers and I didn't care about

made my way down the long hallway to Silas's study. It seemed to take forever but finally,

and I could hear voices

Silas's voice was low, the kind of tone he used

he talking

but that was definitely not Phillip in there with

already have men watching the estate," the other person replied. It sounded like Darius, one of Silas's right-hand men. "If

should interrupt. My fingers brushed the edge of the note in my hand, and I forced myself to take a deep breath. Silas needed

as I wrapped them around

I pushed

look at me. Silas's eyes narrowed immediately, his jaw tightening like

tone clipped. "This

he was

blurted out, holding up the

over to me, snatching the note from my

that

do you know it was him?" Darius asked, stepping

voice shaking. "It's his handwriting. And there was a rose. He left it on

gave me singly roses while we were

crumpled the note in his fist, his breathing heavy. "Darius,

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His back was turned to me, his shoulders tense, "How did he get into my room?" I asked, my voice barely above whisper.

face me, his eyes burning with an intensity that

he said coldly. "He's sending a message,

And

dropped a rose on the table. Who

didn't say

I squared my shoulders, raising my

obvious li. Silas' eyes darted to my

towering over me. "Don't lie to me, Katrina. I can

you going to do about it? You said you'd handle

eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but it was gone just as quickly. "I'll deal with it. You stay out of it," Silas finished, his tone sharp. He moved past

supposed to stay out of

him. "This is my life, too. Ethan isn't just your enemy-he's mine. He wants me dead, Silas. You can't expect me to sit here and pretend everything's fine." Because it was damn obvious

might actually listen to me. But when he turned around, his expression

you trust me, Katrina?" he asked,

then hesitated. Did I trust him? Silas had

was behind me im his