The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 89

Katrina's POV

I screamed until my voice cracked, banging on the door with what little

My eyes were filled with tears as they smoke filtered in, making it hard this rate I was going to get turned to crisp.

"Ahh!" I screamed when a lit up wood falls, leaping out of the way to pr

The flames grew larger, and the thick smoke made it hard to see anyth short, sharp gasps.

I needed my inhaler. But it was on the nightstand, and the flames had

I didn't know what to do anymore. I felt really helpless.

I fell to my knees, clutching my chest, my lungs burning as I struggled left to breath.

This was it. I was going to die here, choking on smoke and heat, and 1

No one would cry at my funeral and I doubt there's actually be anyo

Just as the darkness began to take over, I heard the sound of the doo

Did Silas come to save me? For a moment I felt relieved, if there was few more years

The heavy wood broke, and fresh air rushed into the room. Throug caring about the flames at all.

Silas? But no, that didn't seem like him. I practically didn't care abo

He closed the distance between us, pulling me closer to his body. I

"Phillip?" I rasped, barely able to speak.

He didn't respond, just wrapped a cloth around my face and scoop down. But at this moment, that didn't seem like a reasonable thing

And so I clutched his jacket tighter, letting him pull me out of the

The moment we were in the hallway, the cool air hit me like a sla chest still felt like it was caving in.

"Breathe, Katrina," Phillip said, trying to calm me down. But how my neck instinctively.

I needed to breathe but it was hard to. It felt as if I was suffocatir

Phillip cursed under his breath and set me down on the floor, se object from his pocket-a small inhaler.

"Use this!" he ordered, shoving it into my hand.

With trembling fingers, I pressed it to my lips and inhaled as d

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banging on the door with

in, making hard for me see. The room was starting to heat up, and at this rate I was

out of the way

to see anything. My chest tightened,

But it was on the nightstand, and the flames had already swallowed that side of the

what to do anymore. I felt

I struggled to breathe. The smoke

die here, choking on smoke and heat, and

one would cry at my funeral and I doubt there's actually be anyone at

I heard the

was someone here then it meant I was going to

and fresh air rushed into the room. Through the haze, I saw a figure stepping into the fire, not caring about the flames at

didn't care about who it was as long

the distance between us, pulling me closer to his body. The familiar face stunned me for a

rasped, barely

But at this moment, that didn't seem like a reasonable thing

to be let

like a slap and I

calm me down. But how could I? My airway felt blocked, and my hands

It felt as if I was suffocating, tears filling my eyes as I

down on the floor, searching for something frantically. I saw him pull out an object from his pocket-a small inhaler. "Use this!" he ordered, shoving

trembling fingers, I pressed it to my lips and inhaled as deeply as

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the world was

could thank him or say anything else,

my chest, people talking

open, I realized I was in a different room, the faint

felt dry, and my body ached all over. I tried to sit up but I groaned in pain, falling back

awake," someone asked and my eyes shot

of the voice and saw Maria standing by the door with her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face.

Little stunt?

out hoarse, barely audible. I had

lips pulled into a

really think that would get you pity from Silas or

own room on fire? I barely got out alive. If Phillip hadn't saved me then

but the glint in her eyes told me she

door opened, and Silas walked in. His eyes

I was alright as I watched him scan my body

asked, his eyes lingering on

of sight. They had gotten burnt while I was banging against the door and now it hurts a lot. I wanted to whine, to complain about just how much it hurts, but I wasn't certain what would happen if I did. "Come on, Silas. Don't tell me you're buying her nonsense,"

eyes shifted from me to Maria,

about, Maria?" he asked, his voice