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,

lit dimly

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

had bruises, but I refused to

an inch, he'd take a mile-and I wasn't about to let him win. Take it as

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

that time I didn't even cower in fear like some little

eyes as he stared at me, his next

call an uncle," He started and I stared at

nervousness I felt within me. I didn't even know how he knew that Silas wasn't treating me

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

Phillip?

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eyes on Silas'

scare me Ethan,, I said, my voice steady despite the pounding in my

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

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

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

But first, I'll make sure he sees

shot out, gripping my jaw roughly. I bit down the gasp that threatened to escape, refusing to give him

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

he mused, his tone mockingly impressed. "I'll admit, it's almost

scared to face him head-on, so you use me instead. Pathetic." I

of anger.

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