The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV

I didn't think, I just acted. My heart dropped to my stomach and at some point, I felt crazy for doing what I had done.

"Silas!" I screamed once more, and he immediately turned around.

The world spun as I jumped over the banister with my heart racing. My only goal was to get to Silas. I didn't care how reckless it was or how stupid it might seem-I needed him at this moment. Right now it was a moment of life or death. Literally.

My stomach flipped as I soared through the air and for a moment, I wondered if I'd completely lost my mind.

But then, strong arms caught me and the impact knocked the breath out of me. Silas.

My lips pulled into a relieved smile and I wrapped my arms around his neck. For a moment, I thought he wasn't going to catch me and I was going to be kissing the floor.

"Katrina," Silas growled loudly, and I pulled away from him with my heart racing.

His face was a mixture of shock and anger as he steadied me in his arms. "Are you out of your damn mind, Katrina? What the hell were you thinking?" he snapped, his tone dropping down a notch.

I glared up at him, still breathless but furious. "Did you not hear the gunshot, Silas? What else was I supposed to do, wave

politely?" I couldn't help the sarcasm dripping from my words, my face scrunched up in annoyance.

I was being chased down by Chris and I had no choice but to jump down. Running down the staircase would have been a waste of time.

His jaw tightened as his eyes darted up toward the banister and I watched as they darkened slightly. My stomach sank as I followed his gaze. Chris stood there, his face twisted in fury, the gun glinting in his hand. "What is that filthy mutt doing on my property?" Silas growled low in his throat, the sound sending chills down my spine.

That was a question I wanted to ask myself, how did Chris get here. Silas clutched me tighter in his arms, steadying me to prevent me from falling.

"Men!" he barked, his voice echoing through the hall. His men, who had conveniently been absent earlier, rushed toward him.

Funny how they weren't here when I was about to be killed by him earlier:

He pointed up at Chris without another word. The fury on his face was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I didn't know if I was meant to be scared but I was happy the anger wasnt directed at me. "Bring him to me. Alive," he commanded, his voice ice cold.

Chris's confidence faltered for a split second, but then he smirked, clearly believing he could outsmart them.

I wasn't certain where he wanted to go, or how he planned on escaping from them. But I wanted to see him do it. With no hesitation, he ran down the hallway, running out of sight.

"How did you think jumping down from the staircase was the best thing to do?" Silas growled in my ears, grabbing my cheeks and turning my face to him.

My heart skipped a beat and I pouted subconsciously. "It was the first thing that came to mind at that point,"

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When you're being chased down by a psycho man with a gun, you don't exactly get the time to think about what to do.

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Silas' men

were relentless. I didn't see the chase, but the echo of Chris's footsteps, the shouts, and the eventual crash told me everything I needed to know. They caught him, and I was happy about that.

Chris was dragged into the room, his once-arrogant smirk replaced with a grimace of pain.

Would

you look at that? This seemed to be the first time I had seen such a look on Chris' face and it made me feel tingles.

Slowly, Silas let me slide down to the floor, balancing me on my feet. He closed the distance between us and Chris, staring down at him.

"Kneel!" He ordered, his voice devoid of any emotions. Chris' face hardened for a while and he spat at the floor. His face was filled with bruises and cuts and I could tell that the trip down here wasnt filled with flowers "Why would I kneel to yo-"

Silas didn't even wait for him to finish speaking, he nodded his head at his men and they forced Chris to his knees. Silas walked up to him slowly, his hands behind his back.

"Silas," Chris said, his voice shaky but defiant. "Do you really think killing me won't have consequences? My father-"

I couldn't help the laughter that racked my chest. Was Chris really trying to threaten Silas with his father? It felt pathetic really,This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Silas' men turned their attention to me and I controlled my laughter, covering my lips with the back of my palm.

Silas crouched down, his dark eyes boring into Chris. "Your father?" he sneered. "Do you think I care about your father? Do

think I care about the consequences?" you

Chris's lips parted as if to argue, but Silas didn't give him the chance. He turned to one of his men and nodded.

"Make him regret ever stepping foot into this place," He ordered turning around. Silas' men didn't even waste time, they did exactly as he said.

"Don't look," Silas said to me, crossing the distance between us and pulling me into his chest.

My face was pressed against his stomach and I took a deep breath of his scent.

The first scream came and I flinched, the sound of breaking bones filling the air.

I wanted to look, but Silas pushed my head back into his chest, preventing me from taking my head out.

"I said not to look," he scolded, placing his jaw on my head. And so I didn't.

But the sound of punches and Chris's muffled cries filled the room and stomach churned. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could imagine it.

After what seemed to be forever, the screams finally died out and for a moment I thought they killed him.

-But when Silas turned around, giving me the chance to take in the view, I gasped lightly.

Chris' limbs were sprawled out beneath him, turned in angles I couldn't believe was humanly possible. But did I feel sorry for him?

Not at all.

"Silas," Chris choked out between groans. "You can't... you can't afford to make an enemy out of him. My father will-"

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Silas grabbed Chris by the jaw, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Your father will do nothing. And even if he does, I'll deal with him the same way I'm dealing with you." A threat I knew that Silas would carry out.

Chris's eyes widened, panic finally settling in, but it was too late. Silas didn't hesitate. With a single, brutal motion, Silas drew his gun and pressed it to Chris's temple. Hold on, was he actually about to-

"Silas, wait!" I blurted out, my voice trembling. I wasn't sure why I'd spoken-I wasn't trying to save Chris. I had no reason to.

But I still didn't know why I stopped him, maybe it was the shock of how quickly things had escalated.

Silas turned his head slightly toward me, his expression blank. "Why should I?" he asked coldly, his eye boring holes into

1. me.

Why?

I opened my mouth but realized I didn't have an answer. Chris had come into my room with a gun, threatened me, ready to take me by force. He didn't deserve mercy. Still, witnessing this side of Silas made my chest tighten. I had never seen this and it low-key scared me.

and was

Chris took advantage of the moment, his voice desperate. "You need me alive, Silas! If you kill me, you'll start a war you can't win! My father-"

Silas cut him off with a low laugh, sending chills down my spine.

"Your father?" he repeated mockingly. "If he's foolish enough to come for me, I'll wipe out his entire bloodline."

The room went silent, the weight of his words suffocating. Chris's bravado cracked, his fear now fully visible. There was no point hiding it if his fate was obvious.

"Silas, please," Chris begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Please?" Silas echoed, standing to his full height and towering over Chris.

"Did you say 'please' when you pointed a gun at my wife? When you tried to take what's mine?"

Chris opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn't defend himself and that was what brought his end.

Silas didn't wait for an answer. He pulled the trigger.

The sound was deafening and I shut my eyes. Chris slumped to the floor, lifeless.

I flinched, the sight and sound burning into my mind. My breathing was ragged as I opened my eyes, staring at the scene before me.

Blood seeped out of the wound in his head, pooling on the floor, Chris' eyes were still opened, staring lifeless at the ceiling.

Even as I stared at his lifeless body, I didn't feel the least bit sorry for him. In fact, Silas had done a lot of women a favour by ending his pathetic life.

Silas handed the gun to one of his men without a second glance at Chris's body. "Clean this up," he ordered, his voice calm as if he hadn't just ended someone's life.

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My heart thumped fast in my chest as my eyes flickered between Silas and the lifeless body.

Silas' gaze shifted to me, his expression softening slightly. "Are you hurt?" he asked, stepping closer.

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It took a second for me to realize that he had asked me a question and I shook my head, still trying to process everything.

My knees felt weak, but I refused to let them buckle. I couldn't show that this had affected me. It would only prove that I was weak.

"Good," Silas said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face.

His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the violence he'd just displayed and I didn't know what to think.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. "You didn't have to kill him."

I admit that I hated Chris and Silas did in fact do us a Favour, but still...

Silas tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. "He threatened you. He would've done worse if I hadn't stopped him."

"You had jumped over the banister in fear. What do you think would have happened if I hadn't caught you?"

I could see the fear hidden in his eyes and I realized he was actually worried about me. He wasn't just angry that Chris had come into his house, he was furious that he almost hurt me.

I couldn't argue with Silas, but I still couldn't shake off Chris' death.

Silas leaned in, his lips a few inches away from my ears. "Never doubt this, Katrina. Anyone who tries to harm you will pay with their life."

His words sent a shiver through me, terrifying and reassuring me at the same time. I didn't know how to respond, so I simply nodded.

"Let's go," he said, taking my hand. "You don't need to see this anymore."

As he led me out of the room, I glanced back one last time. Chris's lifeless body was already being removed by Silas's men as if his existence had never mattered.