The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina’s POV

“Get in there,” One of the men grunted, pulling me harshly.

“Let me go! Silas won’t you off,” I growled, still fighting to free myself from their hold.

When they heard what I had said, they threw their head back and laughed, their body shaking with each fit of laughter.

What?

“What are the chances Silas would be coming back from the dead? You have no one to save you now girl,” One of the men said, pushing me into the room.

I stumbled forward as the guards shoved me inside, my knees hitting the hard floor. The sharp sting of pain shot up reg, but I refused to let out a sound. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

What was that he said now? Something about Silas being unable to save me now?

“Is Silas okay?“I asked, turning sharply to meet their gaze. There’s no way something had happened to Silas, no fucking way.

And yet, when their nonchalant gaze met mine, I didn’t know what to believe.

“It has to be a lie,” I whispered. I refused to believe it. The first drop of my tears fell onto my trembling hands, and I stared at it in disbelief.

I was… crying?

I didn’t believe the tear drop belonged to me till another drop slid down my cheeks, falling on the same spot.

“I would say it was good riddance. Someone who has a weak link cannot lead this mafia,” one of the men said and my head shot

up, my eyes widening in disbelief.

How could he say that?

“What did you do to him?” I screamed, hot tears streaming down my face and blurring my vision.

Their nonchalant look didn’t falter, instead they both looked bored as they watched me crying over the man who kidnapped

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“He’s gone,” One of them said flatly, as if he was talking about the weather and not the death of his boss.

My mind spun, refusing to accept their words.

“No,” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. I stumbled back, the room spinning around me. “You’re lying. He’s not

-he can’t be.

“You’d wait here Phillip decides what he wants to do with you,”

The heavy door slammed shut, covering the room in darkness and I fell to my knees.

I stayed on the ground for a moment, trying to steady my breathing but it was hard to do so when you find out the one you’re in love with is dead-

Wait. Did I just say….

No.. No.. There’s no way I’d be in love with Silas. No way I’d fall love with my uncle.

But no matter how I looked at it, it seemed that I had fallen in love with Silas.

It took a while for that realization to sink in and once again, thank you, tear drops rolled down my face in torrents.

Bringing my knees to my chest, I cried.

Cried for the death of Silas, cried for the death of a love that was only being born.

I cried for the unjust ways I was being treated and I cried for everything I ever lied to be fine about.

It only needed one thing for all the torrents to be let out, and that thing was Silas‘ death.

I don’t know how long I sat there, was it minutes or hours? I had no idea. But I had stopped crying just sat there, waiting for what was supposed to happen now.

I looked around the room I was kept in, trying to figure out if there was a way to escape.

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Being sorry for myself would only take me straight to death and I need to make these people pay for what uney had done.

There was nothing in the room except a wooden chair in the corner and it looked worn and splintered. I doubt I would be able to do much with that.

After searching around for a while, I sunk back to the floor when I came up with nothing..

My heart raced as I remembered Maria’s threats. They didn’t even care if I was innocent. To them, I was just an obstacle–a problem they wanted gone and it seemed they would do anything in their power to see to it that I was dead. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight the chill in the room and the fear clawing its way up my chest. My heart pounded fiercely and I feared I was going to get a heart attack.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, forcing myself to think. If I gave in to the fear, I’d lose. I couldn’t afford that.

I needed to see Silas‘ body for myself and then find a way to escape.

My eyes went to the tray of food that sat on the floor, untouched. The guard who brought it barely glanced at me before stepping out. He didn’t care that the soup–like thing had splattered as he dropped it and neither did I, no way I was going to eat something disgusting.

The man’s footsteps echoed down the hall as the door clicked shut–but something was off.

I stood up slowly, eyeing the door skeptically.

What were the chances? What if it was a trap? But still I couldn’t help it as I pushed up from where I sat.

My heart hammered as I reached for the door handle, testing it. It moved.

The idiot forgot to lock it.

This was my chance.

I pushed the door open just enough to peek outside. The hallway was dim and there was no guard in sight. Taking a shaky breath, I slipped out, my bare feet making no noise against the cold tile.

The mansion felt different–emptier, colder. But I still remembered the layout. I moved quickly, sticking to the shadows and avoiding the chances of being seen by anyone.

Every creak of the floorboards or distant murmer of voices made my stomach twist. If they found me it would all be over

I would be dead KO–ed, unalived. But I would still meet Th same date if I didn’t try

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I darted around a corner and pressed myself against the wall, holding my breath as two guards walked past. Their conversation was casual, their laughter bouncing off the walls as one of them told a dry joke.

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I waited until their voices faded before slipping into another corridor. My hands were trembling, but I clenched them into fists, forcing myself to stay calm.

I needed to see for myself, need to see to be certain that Silas was dead.

Rushing off to the clinic, I pushed the door open.

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