The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

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The bench felt like stone beneath me, and my hands wouldn't stop trembling no matter how hard I tried to steady them

I had a blanket wrapped over me though it did nothing to give me comfort.

How would I feel okay in a situation like this?

Wanting to take the blanket off my body and scream, but I held myself, my fingers digging into my flesh..

Relax, Katrina. Relax.

I repeated several times, my foot tapping against the floor continuously.

My mind was blank as I stared ahead, my head banging

Because of when I was blown away by the explosion m. I had a bandage wrapped around my head, and I was fed painkillers, but that didn't stop the killer headache I was having.

I had cried for minutes before I was finally pushed away from the site by some of Silas' men.

Where were they when the car exploded? I wanted to ask, but I remained quiet.

I wanted to stay there, to watch them but They told me I was only going to be a hindrance and requested I leave

And, I had no other option than to obey.

With Silas dead, I had no one to shield me and it didn't help that they thought I had something to do with this

Like I was the least person that would gain grom Silas dying

I could still feel the deafening shockwave from the explosion; I could still hear the ringing from when the car had exploded Even the flames that had swallowed the car and the sky. Everything was still visible as it had happened just now.

And Silas had been right there.

Right in the middle of everything.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe, but that seemed easier said than done.

Since when was something as easy as breathing so hard that it felt like my chest was constricted?

Since when didi 1 feel this much jusg because of Silas, he was the least person I shook care about and yet here I was,

I struggled to steady my breathing, but every sound-the faint ticking of a wall clock, footsteps in the hall, everything seemed to be driving me crazy.

Silas men had dragged me to this small clinic and told me to wait, they asked a doctor to check my wounds and clean them while they went to investigate and find out what happened.

I wanted to come up with them, but i I was quite obvious that's couldn't.

What would I do for them? What help would I be?

I clearly couldn't do anything

Heck, if anything. I would only be coming in their way.

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The hatred they felt forme was strong right now as they shot daggers at me.

I wanted to scream that I had nothing to do with anything that was happening.

but no one

no one would believe me.

Marcos was already seen as a betrayer and the daughter of a traitor was a traitor herself.

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I forced myself to stay put, my feet tapping faster against the wooded floor but with each passing second, my patience ran

thin.

I needed to know he was alive. That somehow, he'd escaped the flames and the twisted wreckage.

I didn't care how, I wouldn't ask how just let him be Ali-

The door flew open, and I sprang to my feet, heart hammering in my chest.

I instantly spun around, my eyes widening in shock.

Silas strode in, his face cold and unreadable. It was just like the first day I met him when I couldn't understand anything he was thinking, but I didn't mind that I didn't care.

Somehow, my prayers were answered and Silas was alive.

He way alive and he came back to me.

-I didn't know what to say, or how to react so I stood there, stunned for a while

Silas' shirt was scorched, and his left arm was wrapped in a hastily bandaged gauze.

But he was alive.

His eyes roamed through the area before

e they fell on me.

A rush of relief flooded me, pushing tears to the surface.

"You survived," I breathed, taking a step toward him,

I was just about to rush into his arms but two of his men instantly stepped in front of him, making me stop in my tracks.

Their eyes stared down at me, glazing with hatred and my heart dropping in fear.

What was happening? Why did they stare at me that way, and why didn't Silas do anything to stop them?

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The thought ran through my mind and I wondered if it was possible for him to just lose his memories

"Silas?" I called out, my voice shaking as I sounded unsure.

But his expression didn't soften. Instead, his gaze turned sharper and darker, and he took a step closer,

"Who else knew we were stopping for ice cream?" he demanded eyes boring into me as he waited for an answer.

I froze, my mind stumbling over his words.

I found it hard to believe what he was asking about, my body stiffening.

"What?" I asked, my eyes searching his as I blinked back in fear.

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"Who Else. Knew?" Histone cut through the air like a blade, his fingers wrapping around my arms as he grabbed them.

Silas didn't seem to give a fuck about that.

I wanted cry out, to tell him that he was hurting me. But

"No one!" I stammered, feeling the accusation behind his words. "It was just... spontaneous. I wanted ice cream, and you turned around. No one knew." My heart was still racing, but now from a creeping, cold fear. How could he even think that I would be able to do that which he blamed me for?

My chest constricted and I forced myself to breathe, holding his gaze

He studied me, his eyes unreadable, assessing, before he spoke again, his voice a deadly whisper.

"Someone planned this." He leaned in, his gaze narrowing. "And if I find out you had anything to do with it..."

There was a hidden threat in his words and something snapped inside me.

If I had something to do with it?

He thought I would make a plan with someone to kill him.

"I told you! Wanting to get ice cream just came up, I didn't plan it" I hissed, glaring up at him.

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"And Im just supposed to believe that?" His brow came up as he asked, and I opened my mouth and closed it repeatedly.

Words failing to form.

I felt my chest tighten, anger rising to replace the fear I felt earlier.

He doesn't even believe me. He didn't even try to

"You think I would do this?" I said, voice shaking "After everything? After-"I stopped, biting back the urge to scream at him. How could he even suggest it?

t me:

I could feel his men's eyes on me as I glared at him, they waited for a reason to hurt i

They waited for me to attack first.

"Did she talk to anyone while I was... away?" Silas held my gaze as he asked his men, his face holding no emotions.

While he was away...

He meant while everyone thought he was dead.

He does believe that I somehow had something to do with this.

"No, she didn't. Though she wasn't let out of sight, and I don't think she would have met up with whoever was with us watching," one of the men standing beside Silas answered, and my eyes snapped to him. What was he saying!

He was hinting that there was a chance I was part of this and I couldn't meet with my partner because they were watching.

And Silas believed them?

Was that just how shallow his trust in me was?

"You know there's no way I would have met with anyone 'cause there's no one to meet!" I hissed, glaring hard.

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My fists were balled up by my side, anger bubbling through me.

I had wanted to tell Silas about the man I had seen, but right now, I wasn't sure it was the right choice.

"It wasn't you? You had nothing to do with it? Then explain why the boss was almost killed while you are unscathed," Another one asked, stepping closer to me.

I turned to him with an 'Are you stupid look,"

Does he not see my body?

I have my head wrapped up and my arm.

Is this their definition of unscathed?

"I am not 'unscathed." I hissed out, my y gingers folded into a fists

They were just pushing me because they hated me, and Silas knew that

"If Marie was in my place, you guys wouldn't even think of asking her all these, I shot at them, feeling my anger rising

It was quite obvious that they were only doing this because of my father.

"Unlike you, Katrina, Maria has no reason to try and kill me," Silas said and I whipped my head to look at him.

Maria has no reason to kill him? And I did?

Why? Because of who my father was.

I had a lot I wanted to ask, a lot I wanted to say. But I swallowed it all down, asking the first thing that came

"What reason do I have to try and kill you?"

I wanted to know.

I thought we were over the whole Marcos is your father thing, what was this now?

Have I ever done something to make him think that I would be able to betray him?

Nor

Silas stared down at me, his cold gaze clashing with my fiery ones.

to mind.

"Let me ask you this question, and you'd have to think before you answer, Silas stated, and I braced myself for what he wanted to ask

On the night of the balk, after Marcos had taken you, what did he tell you?"

My heart dropped and my face whitened.

Why was he asking me this right now?

It's been days why suddenly bring it up?

Do you think Marcos has something to do with this?" I asked and Solas shook his head.

That

sn't the answer to my question Katrina."

What was I to tell him: 1 couldn't tell him what Marcos said, but had to say something.

"Marcos didn't say anything in particular, we just had a father-daughter spat,"

Silas stared at me like he didn't believe me, and I knew he didn't

After 1 agreed to be his sub, after everything he had done to me

After it all, he would think I would be able to plant a bomb in my car.

For crying out loud, if I had come a second earlier, I would have been blown to pieces.

I had no idea how he survived, but I didn't have enough of that luck to survive a bomb blast.

Sils didn't answer my question, his eyes boring holes into me

He never trusted me, it was quite obvious at this point that even though I could trust him with my life, he wouldn't trust me

with his

Silas wasn't looking for comfort or answers, it seemed. His attention was already shifting, his phone in hand as he made a quick call

My chest heaved as he turned away from me and I ran a hand through my hair.

What was this?

Was I suspect, and did they think I helped him? The looks shot at me by Silas men did nothing to help

As though they were wondering why I hadn't been killed in the explosion.

They didn't like me previously

1 caught bits and pieces of his words-orders, names, addresses-but it was enough to make my stomach twist.

This wasn't over. Whoever had done this was going to pay. And I didn't know which scared me more: the person who wanted Silas dead... or Silas himself, as he stared down whoever dared to try.