The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

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As the car pulled up to the mansion, a knot tightened in my stomach,

There's still time to turn around and run, there's still time to run off.

I don't have to do this.

But yet I couldn't stop.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the dread swirling inside me.

The mansion looked just as I remember. It does cause I couldn't see Marcos changing anything.

Memories of my father's harsh control flooded back, and I swallowed thickly.

The last time I was here was when I was supposed to be getting married to Chris

The day Silas had kidnapped me, my father never bothered coming for me.

I couldn't help but remember the fear he instilled in me and it makes me shudder.

But I can't let that fear take over. Silas is counting on me, and I need to prove my loyalty.

I found it funny. The same per

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I stepped out of the car, my heart racing, I could feel eyes on me Marco's men watching me as

They did nothing to stop me but none of them welcomed me.

It was as if I was partially an outsider like Don's daughter was never kidnapped.

The path to the door felt like a mile long, my heart hammering in my chest.

Marcos was in here somewhere, and the thought of returning to him made my knees

You can do this, Katrina

I said to myself, willing myself not to let my knees give off

Just put one foot in front of the other and keep walking.

go

weak.

Put your head up, and square your shoulders. You do not have to show them. Just how afraid you are

I gave myself a little pep talk as 1 crossed the distance to the entrance.

I shouldn't be afraid; after all, I was returning to my father's house.

But each time I remembered the reason I came back, the thought of what Marcos would do to me if he found out sent chills down my spine.

I wanted to give up and just throw everything I had with Sila away, but I couldn't.

I can do this. I have to

Marcos walked out to the entrance, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowing as I approached.

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His pinning gaze sent waves and waves of fear through me but lug my fingers into my palm.

You can imagine just how terrible my childhood was for me to be this scared of my father. "You came back, Marcos said, his voice flat.

I gulped as I stopped in my tracks, raising my eyes to meet his.

There was an edge to his tone that made me uneasy, his cold eyes staring down at me.

He was not happy to see me, that much was obvious.

And I could tell he was waiting for an explanation. He asked me to do something and I returned earlier than expected. "Why are you back. Katrina?" He asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

My heart dropped, and for a brief second, I felt sad.

Your daughter was kidnapped, and she finally came home, and all you ask is that?

I wasn't expecting a hug: I knew I wouldn't get one right from the night of the ball

But couldn't he at least pretend to care about me?

Even if it's a little, it wouldn't hurt anyone.

But I knew, asking about that was just like begging to see a unicorn swimming in the Sahara desert.

It would never happen.

Tasked a question," his voice held authority and I looked away instantly.

The difference between his tone and Silas was that 1 found Silas to be hot

While he was just sheer power and fear.

I swallowed hard but managed to keep my face neutral,

"I missed home," I said forcing the words out. It was a lie, quite obviously and I hoped he never caught on

I raised my gaze to meet his once again, with different thoughts ninning through my mind.

My heart raced as I searched his face for clues. Anything to give him away.

Is he really behind the assassination attempt on Silas?

It wasn't surprising, but if he was, then wouldn't be coming home now be suspicious?

He might think that I came home to dig up dirt in his name and throw me out.

"Did you find what I asked you for? he asked, and my heart dropped.

Letting my head drop, I shook it slightly.

I wasn't able to. I had to try and get closer to Silas first so I would be able to get into his office. But he almost got killed and now he suspects me-

I tried to explain, but Marcos raised his hand, stopping me mid-sentence.

"I never asked for all that,"

My face dropped and I mumbled a forced apology.

I had no idea why I was sad, but I was.

Marcos was more concerned about what benefits you bring than any other thing and it angered me.

Without any other word to me, he turned around and walked away, leaving me standing there with his men.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my clothes and fixed my face, taking a step inside.

Silas hadn't let me throw in some clothes when I was getting kidnapped so I had no reason to bring some clothes back.

As I step inside, I notice some of Marcos's men hanging around Their eyes are cold, assessing me.

1 had been in the enemy's territory for a while, and I came back inscathed.

Maybe they found that weird.

One of them, a tall guy with a sneer, stepped closer.

"Running back home, huh? I guess you couldn't handle it out there. I guess that dick Silas was finally done with you," he taunts, a cruel glint in his eyes.

into the inside of my cheeks.

I bite back a retort, biting in

They're trying to test me, and I can't show any weakness. "I'm back where I belong," I replied, my voice steady.

I tried to keep my face straight but that was different from the way I felt inside.

I needed to gather useful information fast before I was trapped again and ran

After a tense exchange, I excused myself and slipped away to my room.

Immediately the door clicked shut behind me, I locked it, rushing to my bed

I let out a relieved sigh when I pulled my phone from under my bed, watching it come to life.

Since I was here, I needed to start up immediately so I could leave soon.

Staying in this house would cause only harm to me

Immediately, the home screen came on: I pulled out the pieces of paper in my pocket and dialled the number in it.

1 bit into my nails as I tapped my feet on the floor, waiting for Alisa to pick up

Come on, come on

I urged, pacing in my room.

The voice of the call operator came on and I immediately ended the call, trying once more.

This time, the call was picked up on the second ring and I let out a breath, taking the phone to my ears.

"Alisa, I breathed out.

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you home?" She asked, and I nodded.

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When I remembered that she wouldn't be able to hear me. I spoke out loud.

"Yes, I am," I couldn't ignore the possibility of this phone being bugged so I couldn't say anything relating to the reason I was back.

Til call you back later, I said, hanging up immediately.

I couldn't tell her about my thoughts of the phone getting bugged.

I need to check what Marcos is doing.

I thought to myself, pulling my room door open. I poked my head out, peeping out to see if anyone was standing watch outside my door.

My heart pounded as I crept towards the study, making sure not to make any noise.

I see none of Marco's men, which makes things even better.

My steps were silent as I got to the study, leaning against the wall

The door was slightly ajar and I could hear voices inside. Voices belonging to Marcos and his ment

I glanced around to make sure no one was watching before I pushed it open a crack, being careful not to make any noise.

Peering inside. I caught sight of Marcos sitting behind his desk, talking to one of his men..

Their voices were barely loud and I strained to hear.

I held my breath, scared that if I even breathed wrong, it would be the last time I would breathe again.

"Prepare for another attack, Marcos said.

"We can't let Silas get in our way again."

What? Another attack?

So, he was large in he had attacked Silas

But since Marcos knew where we were, it was obvious he knew I was with Silas on that day

Was he trying to kill me as well?

Did he not care!

Panic shot through me as I realized just how deep my father's hostility ran

What about Katrina? What if she is with him as well?" The man asked and my head snapped up.

Me? They were talking about me right bow

"If she wants to die with him, then who am I to stop her," Marco's face was blank, and my face blanched.

He didn't care, did he?

I took a step back, my heart racing.

My own father didn't care if I lived or

died.

I knew it all these while but hearing him say

it himself... I couldn't believe it.

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I needed to get this information to Silas. I can't let my father hurt him.

Marcos was planning something and it wasn't going to be good.

I heard movements inside and chairs scrapped against the floor,

My heart races,

and I froze.

The door to the study swung open and I held my breath, terrified of being caught. I glance around, searching for a place to hide, knowing I can't let him discover my secret.

1 hid behind a pillar, trying to blend into the darkness as much as I could.

My heart thumped loudly as I prayed they went the other way.

I watched as Marcos walked down with someone else, the door to the study clicking shut.

I looked between the study and Marcos retreating.

Something urged me to leave, to go back to my room, but I ignored the voice.

Immediately Marcos had gone out of sight, I ran into his study, shutting the door.

Maybe If I find something in here that would help me pin the explosion to Marcos, I could leave.

I thought to myself as I searched through his drawers and cupboard.

After searching for a few minutes. My frustration grew when I found nothing of use.

"Where could he have kept this?" I hissed in frustration, trying to arrange everything the way I had seen them.

After I had successfully arranged things, I made to leave when a hidden box caught my attention.

I never checked there.

What if?-

My eyes darted to the door and to the box a

and I reached for it

My fingers had just grazed the handle when the door was pulled open, and someone walked in.