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

at Ethan, his smug face lit dimly by the flickering

tug at the ropes but my wrists burned where

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

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

had expected you to be cowering and begging for mercy by now. It's quite a surprise to see you keeping a clear head.

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

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

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

within me. I didn't even know how he

further proved that someone in the house was working

Phillip?

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Chapter 111

eyes on

my voice steady despite the

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

this?" I shot back, keeping my tone sharp.

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

him try. But first, I'll make sure he sees what

I bit down the gasp that threatened to

but this wasn't Ethan from then. He had

so defiant," he mused, his tone mockingly

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

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

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