The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)
Bride 17

Chapter 17

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"Caring that more carefully," Alisa cautioned, balancing the tray properly on my hand to prevent it from falling off. Either she was unable to notice that my palms were sweaty and my heart raced in my chest, or she chose to ignore it.

After what had happened there just now, it would be best if I avoided going there, but it seemed like fate had something else planned for me.

"Katrina, let's go," Alisa called out from the door and I snapped. My attention back to her.

I hadn't noticed when she walked to the door and was currently holding it open for me to walk through,

Saying a silent prayer to God, I held the food tray tighter as I walked out.

"You're married to the boss but he still makes you do hires like that, poor you." Alisa let out a sigh as we walked on, walking past the giant windows.

Ignoring what she had said, I looked at the tray in my hands, being careful not to make it flip.

I couldn't recognize the porridge-like food on it, but I didn't even try to. There were about five men in there and we might need to make two more trips to get everything for them.

"Boss Silas doesn't like people talking when he has guests, so just drop the tray and leave," Akisa ordered, and I was more than happy to comply

We walked into the living room, and six pairs of eyes snapped at us, two of them remaining on me.

I didn't need anyone to tell me that Silas was the one trying to hore holes into me and the pervert from earlier was the one trying to undress me. Both stares sent shivers down my spine but I kept my eyes on the ground.

I was walking towards another, completely away from Silas and the baldy when Alisa called my attention.

"No Katrina, not that! Alisa called out, her voice cutting through the room

That shout brought their attention to and I grimaced.

Why did she have to point that out? Now there was no avoiding

I paused, turning to her confused.

Don Michael? Which one of them was that!

Something told me I wasn't going to be happy with the answer, but I prayed that my luck wasn't that bad.

Alisa pointed in the direction I had just tried to avoid, and I turned around slowly.

My eyes met with his own, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Just like I had expected. This was meant for the man who had voiced his interest in having me as a maid and I wasn't even surprised

I wasn't scared of Michael; Lwas afraid of what Silas would do if lost my temper and did something I wasn't supposed to.

To me, Michael was just one of the power-hungry men that I had grown

with.

It was Silas eyes on me that made my skin pickle. He followed every movement I made, every breath I took. And for a 173

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moment there, I found it hugt.

Was Silas doing this just to get back at me? If I made a mistake, would Sila punish me for it or Would he enjoy it?

It seemed as if he got pleasure from making me feel pain,

I looked back at the men who had their eyes on ine, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

They kept looking at me weirdly, making Mr wonder what about them made Me stare so much.

This was his business partners, and my doing something crazy wasn't going to help matters. It's okay Katrina, just walk up to him and drop it.

I took in steady breaths as I closed the distance between us, keeping a fake smile on my face.

As long as he doesn't say anything, or do anything to make me lose it, then I'd be fine.

I wanted to ask Alisa if they shouldn't be going to a better place to eat this, but I kept my mouth shut

She had been here for longer than I had, as long as she didn't see anything weird in it, so I shouldn't, too.

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Michael's smirk widened as I approached. His smirk made my stomach churn and I raised the urge to throw up all over him

"You know, I was serious about wanting you as my maid. You'd look good in my service, he drawled, his eyes raking over me like I was already his

Everything in me screamed in disgust as I get eye fucked by this man while I was still clothed.

I bit down hard on my tongue, trying to control the anger I felt

I shouldn't let him get to me, I just needed to calm down.

Lowering the tray on a stool close by, I picked up the bowl and handed it to Michael

The bow! wasn't that hot on my palm so I knew he was going to be alright.

"Katrina." Alisa gasped, rushing over to me.

What? Did I do anything wrong?

I looked behind me only to replace out that Katrina had kept the soup bowl on the stool with a saucer underneath.

So I wasn't supposed to hand it over to him?

I wondered as I stared in surprise.

"It's alright. I have a kink for my maids serving me this way."

I was finally unable to control my anger, and I clenched my teeth in anger.

Looking at the bowl in my hands, an idea came to mind and I smiled.

To everyone else in the room, my fingers loosened before I could stop them, the bowl tipping just enough for the contents to pour all over Michael.

Screaming, Michael pushed up from where he sat, glaring at me furiously.

'm so sorry, It was an accident," I apologized, bowing my head slightly.

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It wasn't an accident, of course, at least not entirely. But the look of shock on Michael's face made it worth it

The room fell silent, and I could feel Silas' gaze on me, sharp and unforgiving. My heart raced as what I had done finally dawned on me,

What would he do now? Was this the moment I finally pushed firm too far?

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