Chapter 99
Katrina’s POV
The sunlight filtered through the window, but my mood was the exact opposite of it. Gloomy as fuck.
Silas had been gone for hours, and I didn’t feel like eating or doing much of anything.
My chest felt tight, like something bad was coming, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was because after such an intense night he had left me without waiting for me to wake up.
Or maybe it was because I wasn’t certain where we stood now. And I wasn’t going to be one of those girls that asked ‘what are we. I was going to play it safe and go along with whatever he wanted. After what seemed to be forever and eternity, I finally made my way downstairs in search of food.
I was hundred percent ready to stay on my bed for the entire day, I still felt sore and walking was a war to me. But my stomach had other plans.
Silas had stretched me and used me to the max. But I didn’t mind. Each time my mind went back to the previous day, my cheeks tinged up in embarrassment and I screamed silently into my pillow.
The rug was stained with blood and a maid had come in to take it out. To be honest I wasn’t expecting my first time to happen on the floor when there was a perfectly working bed in the same room. But hey! I wasn’t complaining. Cause I would have screamed if the maid had come in when I couldn’t even move just to change bloody sheets.
But back to the present.
While resting on the wall, I made my way downstairs, each step I take threatening to end my life.
Silas had not exactly been gently with me because at some time he had woken me up to anothe round.
He was a beast, but what could I say?
Older men were definitely the best.
I heard voices from the dining room and I immediately walked towards there.
I could make out the two voices as Silas and Phillip, their hushed voices sounding as though they were talking about something really important.
I slowed my steps, careful not to draw attention and leaned against the wall near the door to listen.
For some reason I didn’t want him to see me standing there.
“We don’t have time to argue about this,” Phillip said, staring at a picture on the table.
“It’ll be clean,” Silas replied in his usual calm way. “No mistakes.”
A chill ran through me. I couldn’t hear everything, but I caught enough to know they were planning something. My chest tightened. What were they talking about? I tried to listen harder, but it was of no use.
Phillip’s voice dropped lower, but his words were clear enough to make my heart pound. “The hit needs to happen before
the bride arrives.”
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What? That one phrase was enough to give me some insight of what they were talking about.
A hit
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. My stomach turned and I couldn’t stay quiet any longer. I stepped into the room, my voice trembling as I spoke. “You’re planning a hit? At a wedding?”
The absurdity was something I couldn’t quite understand. There would be a lot of people at a wedding. And security.
How was he supposed to kill someone at a wedding?
Both men turned to me, startled at first, but Silas’s face quickly returned to its usual unreadable calm.
They weren’t expecting anyone to hear that, but here I was standing in nothing but a robe with my eyes wide open and shock written on my face. Phillip just smirked, looking amused.
“This doesn’t concern you,” Silas said, his tone dripping down a notch.
“Doesn’t concern me?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’re planning to kill someone! At a wedding, Silas! That’s insane.”
But what was I expecting? He was the mafia don.
Phillip leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the show. “You’ve got yourself a curious one,” he said with a chuckle and my eyes shot to him.
I still felt afraid of him, just because he saved me didn’t mean that I trusted him.
He had no reason to talk to or about me cause if I had two bullets in my gun and I was standing next to Bin Laden and Adolf Hitler, I would empty the two into his head.
Silas shot him a sharp look before turning his attention back to me. “This is business,” he said. “Nothing more.”
Business. Of course it is. Killing people was a business he got money out of. Let’s not act as if it wasn’t people’s lives we were talking about.
“It’s a wedding,” I said, my voice shaking with frustration. “How can you do this? Don’t you think-“
“I don’t think about things that don’t matter,” Silas interrupted, his tone ice cold.
This wasn’t the same tone he had yesterday when he had me on my knees, but yet I said nothing about that.
I mean, how can a man fuck you in the hardest yet softest way possible and talk about killing someone the next day. “Doesn’t matter?” I repeated, stunned. “What if something goes wrong? What if someone innocent gets hurt?” But no, they didn’t think about that. All that matters to them was to get their job done and then leave.
Silas didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me, his dark eyes unreadable. Finally, he stood up, straightening his sleeves. “It won’t.”
What? I thought all that would make him change his mind or some. But obviously it didn’t. Killing people has to be a hobby for him.
Phillip pushed his chair back and stood as well. “We’ve got this under control. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He glanced at Silas. “I’ll get the final details sorted.”
My eyes followed him in a glare. If eyes were bullets this bastard would be six feet under right now.
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Okay maybe I wasn’t so much afraid of him, but I hated him to the core right now.
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I didn’t fail to notice that after that had happened I had stopped seeing him for a while. I think that he to do with Silas, but I didn’t think too much about it.
And now he was back, and he made sure to make me get annoyed.
He brushed past me on his way out, his smirk still in place. I turned back to Silas, my hands clenched into fists. “You don’t have to do this,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
I have no idea why I was even telling him that. I had grown up in the mafia world, I should have gotten used to things like this by now.
But it seemed I didn’t.
Silas stepped closer, his towering frame making me feel small. “don’t have to explain myself to you, Katrina,” he said quietly. “Stay out of it.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He wasn’t going to change his mind.
Especially not for me. I had no idea why I was foolish enough to think that somthing had changed between Silas and I, but he didn’t hesitate to bring me back to earth.
Feeling defeated, I turned and walked away, my chest tight with frustration.
I never got the food I wanted, the appetite had disappeared along with my mood.
It had been a few hours since then and I hadn’t seen Silas come up once to his room.
Was he avoiding me?
No, Silas wasnt the type to avoid someone, but I didn’t know what to thimk as I paced.
I paced the bedroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Silas and Phillip were planning.
I didn’t know who their target was or why this hit was so important, but the idea of it happening at a wedding made me sick. Weddings were supposed to be about love, not death.
I stopped pacing when I heard the door open behind me. Silas walked in, his expression blank.
He was dressed in a dark suit, his tie perfectly straight, and his hair packed into a low bun and gelled. Moments like this I would want him to bend me over the counter and fuck me, but I was too upset “Why aren’t you ready?” he asked, his tone making it clear this wasn’t a casual question. My eyes flickered to him and I searched around to be sure he was actually talking to me.
Silas’ lips formed a frown as he stared at me, and I realized he was actually talking to me.
But yeah, who else would be in this room at this moment.
“Ready for what?” I shot back, crossing my arms. I had no plifea I was going out with anyone today.
Besides wasn’t he about to go for a hit?
“To come with me,” he said, like it was obvious. “You’re coming with me,”
My stomach dropped. “You want me to go with you? To a wedding where you’re planning to kill someone?”
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Was it just me or was that not the ideal idea for a date?
“”Yes,” he said simply.
I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Why? Why would you bring me to something like that?”
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Because you’re mine, and I want you there,” he said plainly.
I was his? Oh I thought what we had was just a bedroom thing.
“I don’t want to go,” I said, shaking my head.
“You don’t have a choice,” he shot back, shrugging.
And he really didn’t give any other choice.
I clenched my fists, my anger bubbling to the surface. “This is wrong, Silas. You know it’s wrong.”
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Silas tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Right or wrong doesn’t matter. What matters is that the job gets done.”
Before I could argue, he turned and walked to the door. “You have ten minutes to get ready,” he said without looking back.
The door closed behind him, leaving me standing there, my heart racing. I didn’t want to go, but I knew Silas wasn’t the kind of man you could refuse.
With a heavy sigh, I walked over to the closet and pulled out the black dress he’d left for me earlier. It was elegant, but the high slit and low neckline made me feel exposed.
I mean if he wanted me to go naked I could just wear my undies out that way.
I rolled my eyes mentally as I stared at the cloth in distaste.
I got dressed quickly, pinning my hair back and slipping on a pair of heels. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel like I was dressing for something far darker than a wedding. But hey! We listen and we don’t judge.
As long as I wasn’t made to do anything else, I’d be fine.
When I went downstairs, Silas was waiting for me by the door. He looked me over, his gaze lingering for a moment before he nodded. “Let’s go.”
The car ride was silent, the tension thick. I wanted to ask questions, to beg him to call it off, but I knew it would be useless. Silas didn’t change his mind once it was made up.
And apparently it was the groom getting killed. Poor man.
As we pulled up to the grand venue, my chest tightened.
The building was lit up beautifully, with guests in formal attire entering through the grand doors. It looked like the perfect setting for a fairytale wedding.
But I knew the truth. This wasn’t going to end in a happily ever after.