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.

Kat," he tutted, shaking his

glared at Ethan, his smug face lit

at the ropes but my wrists burned where

my skin had peeled off and I had bruises, but I refused to show any sign

I wasn't about to

be cowering and begging for mercy by now. It's

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

squinted his eyes as he stared at me, his next

for that weakling you call an uncle," He started

me. I didn't even know

proved that someone in the house was working for Ethan. But

Phillip?

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had his eyes on Silas' mafia even before the hit on him

I said, my

as he studied me. "Oh, Katrina, don't need to scare you. I just

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

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

sure he sees

my jaw roughly. I bit down the gasp that threatened to escape, refusing to

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

so defiant," he mused, his tone

Too scared to face him head-on, so you use me

flicker of anger. "Careful, Katrina. You don't

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