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

at Ethan, his smug face lit dimly

my wrists burned where the ropes

point my skin had peeled off and I had bruises, but I refused to

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

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

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

eyes as he stared at me,

for that weakling you call an

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

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

Phillip?

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Chapter 111

on Silas' mafia even before

don't scare me Ethan,, I said, my voice steady despite the pounding in

head as he studied me. "Oh, Katrina, don't need to scare you. I just need you broken enough to serve your

I shot back, keeping

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

I'll make sure he sees what

shot out, gripping my jaw roughly. I bit down the gasp that threatened

I saw him last, but this

he mused, his tone mockingly impressed. "I'll

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

anger. "Careful, Katrina. You don't want to test my

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