The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Katrina's POV

Ethan closed the distance between us in angry steps, wrapping his hands around my neck.

This one action cutoff my airflow and I found it hard to breath, but I didn't give him that satisfaction.

"I would have moaned if you made it tighter," I mocked even though my cheeks were turning purple she to lack of oxygen.

Ethan's eyes widened and he tightened it, but 'nuff big back memories of when we were dating.

I was certain that this was the main Ethan.

"Brings back memories doesn't it?" I asked, my lips pulling into a smirk.

My hands were still tied behind my back, so I had no chance of fighting his fingers away from my throat.

Funny how Silas had pune in this position several times and I didn't find a fault in it.

Well maybe it was that he wasn't trying to kill you.

A tiny voice said in my head and I knew just how right it was.

In the next second, Ethan pushed away from me, taking a few steps away.

I coughed violently, sucking in greedy breaths. My throat felt like it was burning, and I kept breathing deeply.

"You know, next time try pulling my hair backwards,"

I didn't know how I managed to throw such remarks at him, but he knew that I was irritated by what he did.

he tutted, shaking

Ethan, his smug face lit dimly by the flickering bulb above

tried to tug at the ropes but my wrists burned where the ropes

and I had bruises, but I refused to show any sign of

a mile-and I wasn't about to let him win. Take it as a

cowering and begging for mercy by now. It's quite a surprise to see you keeping

I've been kidnapped, and that time I didn't even cower in

squinted his eyes as he stared at me, his next answer

me for that weakling you call an uncle," He started and I

blank, perfectly hiding the nervousness I felt within me. I didn't

the house was working for Ethan. But the question now was

Phillip?

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Chapter 111

his eyes on Silas' mafia even before the

my voice steady despite the

me. "Oh, Katrina, don't need to scare you. I just need you broken enough

this?" I shot back, keeping my tone sharp. "He'll kill you before you

face inches from mine. His breath was warm, laced with a hint of stale whiskey. Always

make sure he sees what happens when

bit down the gasp that threatened to escape, refusing to

a few years since I saw him last, but this wasn't Ethan from then. He had

so defiant," he mused, his tone mockingly

face him head-on, so you use me instead. Pathetic." I spat out, glaring hard

smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of anger. "Careful, Katrina. You don't want to test my

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