The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 112

Katrina’s POV

“Ethan? What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes on the blade. My heart thumped fast in my chest, goosebumps filling my body.

He was doing the same things Silas had done to me, but while one was meant to please me, the other brought pain.

“Isn’t it obvious what I’m doing?” Ethan’s grin widened as he pressed the knife harder against my arm, the sharp tip threatening to pierce my skin.

I bit the bottom of my lip, trying to force myself from groaning in pain.

I didn’t know how far Ethan was willing to go to get what he wanted. I didn’t know if he would actually hurt me badly, but I hoped Silas stopped doing whatever it was he was doing and tried to save me.

Or what if I tried to save myself? I’m not some damsel in distress that needs saving.

“Come on Katrina. I want to see you scream in pain. I want you to beg me while knowing I wouldn’t give you any chance of mercy,”

Ethan pressed the knife tip deeper into my skin, blood trickling down my arm.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes squeezing shut. But yet, I didn’t make a sound of pain.

“Still going to play tough, Katrina?” he asked, his voice almost casual, as though this were some twisted game.

Maybe to him, it was a game because he seemed to be having fun. A game to find out just how much pain Katrina could take.

But why was it always me? Why not someone else? Heck, why not Silas‘ betrothed?

I’m certain Silas would show much reaction if she was the one who was kidnapped.

“Katrina… You’re making this boring,” Ethan drawled out my name, his eyes falling on mine like he was actually bored.

“If you need entertainment, why don’t you go to a playground?” I spat out.

I was getting tired of being the subject of torture.

“That’s because I want you

Katrina,”

hand movements as he reached for something in

moment, the knife was pulled away from my arm

long am I expected

me, my father would-” I started, but his eyes immediately turned to me, cutting

with my

go. scare

threatening me, Katrina?” Ethan mused like it was the most hilarious thing he had

But as I stared into his eyes, I didn’t know

he knew that Marcos didn’t give two shits

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blade against

take that silence as bravery,” Ethan mused, pulling the blade away. For a brief

neck straining as he

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taunted, his breath hot against my face. “With

brought a wave of shame through me, and I have never

defiance in my

wish,” he sneered, shoving my head forward. My scalp burned, but I bit my lip

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small toolbox. My stomach twisted at the sound

away and I watched as it

darted between Ethan and the

was set. I wouldn’t care this time, I’d be ending his life

isn’t just about pain. It’s

the pliers like a toy he couldn’t wait to use. He crouched in front of me, grabbing

without screaming,” he murmured

you fucking dare,” I snarled, my voice trembling now. I tried to

teeth clenched so hard I thought they’d crack. The pressure

bang echoed