The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV

The car ride was tense. I sat still with

my arms

crossed, stealing glances

at Silas as

he drove in silence.

None of use had said a word to the other ever since he threw me into his car

like a sack.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, the sting of his earlier actions lingering on my skin and in my mind. I hated him for humiliating me like that in front of everyone. How could he just spank me that way? What would people think

A professor spanking a student in public? It would cause an uproar.

But what scared me more was the part of me that didn't hate it. The part that wanted him to continue even though I hated it, that part he brought out.

Screaming mentally, I tried to stop myself from having lewd thoughts but that was easier said than done.

I could still feel his palm slapping against my skin, just below my ass. And it sent shivers down my spine.

Seriously Katrina? I hissed to myself, snapping out of my thoughts.

I sounded like a pervert right now and it irked me. I never they get spanked by their uncle?

It was morally wrong. But again, I never claimed to be good.

had such thoughts previously. I mean who gets turned on when

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to focus on the present. Looking outside the window, I realized that the streets grew less familiar as Silas drove farther away from the campus

Where was he taking me? Cause this didn't look like the way back home.

I looked between Silas who still had his eyes on the road, driving silently and out my surprised if he wanted to get rid of me.

window once more.

I wouldn't be

going?" I finally asked, my voice sharper than I intended. I knew Silas wouldn't hurt me, more like I deluded "Where are we myself to believe that. But it wouldn't hurt if I found out where exactly we were going. "Silas?" I called his name when he didn't reply, hoping for a response.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Silas didn't even bother to look at me. "You'll find out soon."

What? Just that? He was taking me to God knows where and that's his response?

"That's not an answer," I snapped, my frustration bubbling over Why did you even come to the school? What was that all about?"

I finally asked the question that had been bothering me.

"You didn't tell me you were going to be my professor, and what was all that with Aiden!"

I couldn't put a stop to all the questions I was asking, and Silas seemed to be getting feed up.

He exhaled, his knuckles tightening on the wheel. "You ask too many questions, Katrina." That only made me angrier. "And you give no answers." Chapter 85

His eyes flicked to me for a brief second before returning to the road. "Be quiet, or I'll make you regret it."

What was that? This seemed like the first day after he had kidnapped me, he was so cold to me then. And the same is happening now. It seemed as if we had gone back to square one and I couldn't even tell why.

I swallowed my retort, my heart pounding faster. I hated the power he had over me-the way he could make me feel so small with just a look or a word.

The car slowed as we pulled into a gated compound. There was a warehouse just in front and it looked like it had been abandoned for years. Just one wrong move and it would come toppling down.

Just what were we doing here then? I couldn't think of a particular reason Silas would bring me here

Unless it had to do with the mafia. And I was right. A group of Silas's men was already waiting by the entrance.

Silas parked the car and stepped out without a word, leaving me alone. I sat there, gripping my bag tightly, debating whether to follow him or stay put.

He didn't tell me to stay, but the look be

gave me before closing the door said enough.

I wasn't allowed to take a single step out of this car.

I watched Silas disappear inside with his men, curiosity eating at me. The way they moved and they kept turning around to look at me as they walked in. it was clear something big was happening. And whatever if was, I wasn't allowed to know. I should've stayed in the car. I knew that. But the longer I sat there, the more my fear and curiosity grew.

What was so important that Silas had to drag me along?

Before I could think it through, I found myself stepping out of the car. I crept toward the warehouse, my heart hammering in my chest.

Curiosity kills the cat? Well luckily for me, I am Katrina.

I had only taken a step when I started to regret.

"Come on Katrina, just turn around. You don't have to know," I said to myself but I didn't stop.

Every step felt heavier, my breath quickening as I approached the slightly ajar door.

The moment I stepped inside, I wished I had listened to myself and stayed in.

But again, it was already too late for me to head back inside.

I stuck to the shadows as I walked in, careful not to make a sound. No matter what, Inhad to make sure Silas didn't see me. Their voices grew clearer as I moved closer to the source of the noise, and finally I could see them. Silas stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by his men. A table was scattered with maps, documents, and photographs.

So why couldn't they do this at home? I mean it was more convenient to do it in their meeting room than to come to an abandoned warehouse.?

I wanted to ask him that, but I kept to myself, paying close attention.

"Marcos has one of our men," Silas said, his voice sounding cold "I'm not leaving him there to rot."

Marcos? My father?

My blood ran cold as the realization hit me. The

1. e. They were talking about my

father.

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But why would he kidnap one of Silas' men after his show at the party that time and him giving me away to Silas? Hot why would he kidnap one of silay nen "We'll make the exchange," one of the men suggested.

Silas shook his head. "No. He doesn't get anything without paying for it. Marcos will learn what happens when he crosses

me."

There was a pause before another man spoke

The girl? For some reason I felt that they

1. up. "And the girl?"

talking about me. But what do I have to do with anything?

I held my breath, pressing myself closer to the wall to stay hidden.

Svery

Silas's voice lowered, but I could still bit of his words. "Katrina is the key. If this goes south, we'll use her as leverage."

My heart stopped and I could barely believe it.

Leverage?

They would use me-his wife-as a bargaining chip?

I couldn't understand why they would think about that, or even why Silas would agree to it.

took a step back, my hands trembling, my mind racing. The floor creaked beneath me, and I froze, my breath caught in my throat.

I needed to get out of here before they found me. Before he found me.

But I couldn't move, couldn't think past the wave of betrayal crashing over me.