The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV

1 stared at Silas in shock, words barely able to form. I looked at the dead man who lay on the floor, looking back at Silas.

Our chests heaved up rhythmically, both of us breathing deeply

He was going to kill other men? Just for what?

The thought of other men dying just because they touched me sickened me, and all that had just happened came crashing

down in waves.

"You're insane," I whispered, my voice trembling as I stared at him.

"You kidnapped me on my wedding day. You have humiliated me times and times again," I paused to catch my breath, raising my eyes ik meet with Silas. My heated

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met with his cold harsh ones and I was almost forced to lower my gaze and keep mute.

"And now you do this. You have pulled me and pushed me away from you in the same breath. You have made me feel so many emotions, and the strongest one is hatred," My chest tightened with rage mixing with fear. An emotion I felt every day while growing up. But unlike my father, I was finally able to say what I had in mind without the fear of bleeding

Silas towered over me incredibly, his nose flared as he stared. He had killed one of his men with no remorse, his eyes holding no form of regret. He says no words as he stared on, and I inmediately looked away. Raising my hand, I wiped the blood on my forehead just as a drop of blood trickled down my face, and I felt the food in my stomach forcing its way up.

I could taste my vomit in my tongue and my stomach twisted violently as the metallic smell of blood forced its way to my nostrils.

He had dipped his fingers into the blood of the man he just killed, writing on my forehead with it like it was just ink.

That was the type of person Silas was. That was the type of life in the mafia. They could end lives without as much as a second thought and it sickened me greatly.

He was just like my father, maybe as old as my father was too. Silas had seen many more than I had; he had seen the deaths of many, and he had caused them as well.

What was I thinking? He was a mafia boss, cold and emotionless had no plans of playing house with him but yet I went ahead and kissed him. I even got jealous as well. Was I expecting loyalty from a marriage neither of us wanted? He did this to spite my father, and I was forced into it.

Why, then, did he pull me along if he hated me?

That's right, it was all because he thought that doing it would bring my father terrible pain.

This man and this life sickened me terribly.

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I had gone from a world knew too well, and thrown into this bee. Though the situations were the same, at least I knew what to expect at my home.

I know people handle shock differently, but this was an entirely different situation.

Silas reached out for me but I took an involuntary step away from him, increasing the distance between us.

His hands on me... I didn't want that

I didn't want anything that would change the way I felt right now, and 1 knew that feeling

My hand trembled uncontrollably, each tremor pushing me to the edge of collapse. I clenched my hands together, weaving my fingers tightly but the shaking didn't stop.

I watched as Silas slipped back to the state I had seen him in the best time we met.

He had gotten further away from me mentally, and I thought it was for the best.

No good would come out of getting to know a man like him

Without as much as a word to me, Silas turned away and walked off, leaving me standing in the pool of blood

I looked at the corpse on the floor, his soulless eyes staring up at me.

Unable to hold it anymore, I turned away, throwing up everything that I could

My frame trembled with fear and revulsion, sending tremors through me

It didn't help that Silas kept pulling me in and pushing me away at the satne time

If this kept up I was going to lose my head in a matter of seconds.

I was terrified of being in a place where everyone showed they wanted me dead and gone but I was happy I had left my father and the marriage he had planned for me.

Still feeling scared that my father might come to take me away, I was left with a lot of emotions which included confusion. Letting out a sigh, I watched Silas back walk out of sight and I wondered if my outburst was the right thing to do. I looked at the lifeless body on the floor. This was all my fault. I hadn't walked into him then he would have still lived.

I tried to force tears to my eyes but I stopped when my efforts proved to be futile.

I couldn't get myself to cry.

My white Crocs had a red stain on it and I stepped out of his blood. I wanted nothing to remind me of what had happened so I took off the Crocs, walking to my room barefooted.

Whoever was sent to clean up the body would thrash the Crocs as well; I had no use for it.

Immediately I got to my room, I went into the shower, trying to scrub the blood off my forehead.

I took off my clothes and threw them in a corner, staring at my reflection in front of me.

I could still see the stains of blood on my forehead and it made me sick.

I scrubbed my face and body roughly, my skin turning red under the heat and friction,

"You act like you are better when you didn't even feel anything when he killed that man, a little voice said in my mind and I

stopped scrubbing

That's right.

I had tried to avoid thinking about it, but it was of no use.

Was this why I was so angry? Cause I felt nothing when the lifeless body dropped to the floor, blood seeping through his forehead.

When his eyes, which were filled with lust for me, turned soule and blank as they stared at nothing

Did not care about it? The man had a family before I pulled him into my ploy, knowing fully well that Silas was right behind me.

Mafia inen didn't like to share their women, whether in love or not. And most especially wouldn't like it if their subordinate had his hands on what he has claimed as his.

And yet...

1 scrubbed harder to try to remove the blood from my skin and the emptiness I felt inside. But the harder I scrubbed, the number I felt

1 tried to convince myself that it was my fault. I tried to make myself feel bad for pushing that man to an early grave. I tried to make myself believe that his family would be mourning for him because of something that was entirely my fault. But all I felt was emptiness as I stared into his dead eyes.

My father had groomed me to feel nothing right from my childhood, he always said that emotions make people weak.

I still remember what I felt when Silas shot him. Not the feelings I forced on myself, but what I felt.

My mind was empty, no panic, no terror. Just nothing.

1 didn't feel bad for the dead man but 1 felt enraged that Silas had claimed me as his..

Forcing myself to feel terrified of the fact that Silas had killed someone wasn't going to make the emotion real, I was only going to deceive myself.

I wanted to feel bad for the man who was killed because of me, but I couldn't. I had felt the same cold vaid I felt as a child.

I had shut down my emotions when Rodriguez fell to the ground lifeless, a coping mechanism I had learned from my father.

His words played in my mind as the memory of him forcing me to shoot a man when I was a child forced itself out, Feelings would get you killed Katrina,

And after it took me three tries to finally finish the man off, I was locked in a dark room for more than twenty-four hours. Dipping my head under the shower to stop myself from remembering my children, I ran my fingers through my wet hair. I rinsed the lather off my body, gasping slightly when someone knocked on my door loudly. An action that startles me.

I wonder who that would be, I wasn't expecting anyone else after what had happened with Silas.

The person, feeling impatient by my lack of response, knocked a second time.

"I'll be there in a sec," I yelled, pulling my towel around my frame as I put off the shower.

Without drying my besty, Lake a beeline straight to the door.

I paused for a few seconds to catch myself before pulling it ope

My brows furrowed when I saw who was knocking, confusion etched on my face.

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This was the woman who had dressed me the first day I came here. I hadn't seen her since then and I couldn't help but wonder why she was here now.

I still didn't forget that she had slapped me that day and annoyance settled in the pit of my stomach.

"Can I help you?" I growled out. She had interrupted me while I was cleaning my body and I didn't appreciate that.

"Oh, you just showered? Good. She pushed a set of clothing andshoes into my hands, increasing my confusion "What is this?" I asked, looking at what she had pushed into my hands.

"Hurry up and dress, we have work to do, she ordered, not even giving me an explanation for whatever this was.

I had no idea what her place was in this house, but I wouldn't let her come and order me around.

"Excuse me? Work? What's happening here, why am I following you to work?" The questions came all at once.

I refuse to follow her if I had no idea where she would be taking me.

And does Silas know about this?

"Don Silas finally came to his senses and asked you to come with me. You will be working as a maid from now on," What?