The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 116

Katrina’s POV

“Katrina?”

The sound of my name made me freeze and my head snapped around with such force I thought I was going to break it.

Phillip.

It was actually Phillip who had come for us.

Relief surged through me, the happiness of being saved filling me up. But that only last for a few seconds before it got replaced by dread.

My eyes widened when they met with his cold eyes, and subconsciously I tried to inch back.

Behind him, a few more of Silas’s men filtered into the room with their guns drawn and their expressions unreadable.

I had no idea what they were thinking, but I knew for sure that they wanted to end me.

I clutched Silas tighter, shielding his limp body as if Phillip himself were another threat. And maybe he was, but not to Silas

but to me.

His piercing gaze swept over the room, going from the bloodied bodies which laid on the floor, to the scattered bullets and finally Silas lying still in my arms.

None of Silas‘ men made a move to him, it seemed as if they were waiting for Phillip’s order.

As though Phillip was their leader and not Silas. And it made my blood boil, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

“What the hell happened here?” Phillip demanded, his tone sharp and accusing.

He sees the state Silas was in, and yet he made it a priority to get an explanation and not to save his life.

I couldn’t get any other explanation except that Phillip was the traitor who was helping Ethan.

“Katrina…” Phillip growled and I forced myself to bring my eyes to him.

He waited for an answer and I had no choice but to speak.

“They–they came to kill us,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I–I tried to stop them.”

my best to

eyes went from my face to Silas and then back. He didn’t seem like he believed what I was

one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up

perfectly fine but he chose to

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the bullets

lay discarded beside

what he was thinking or what he wanted to do. But couldn’t trust the mad

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the supposed second personality that lived in him, but I didn’t want to

tried to stop them?” His lip curled into a

my hands which held tightly

flared in me, hot and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about to play right

yet I tried to keep the firmness in them.

thought he might lash out at me. But instead, he dropped to his knee beside Silas, pressing two fingers to his neck

finally decided to check if he lived? All those moments

sense.

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tone was far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies, this

was

words hit me like a

call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were

them fall. “I did everything I could to save him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You weren’t here, Phillip. You

I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as

I was done ranting and I

he didn’t respond. The tension between us was thick, suffocating even

made a point, a

cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to

that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as

here. Secure the perimeter. I want this place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He threw

and panic seized me. They couldn’t- they couldn’t

“He needs me–please, don’t take him away from

trust them not to hurt

out, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging into

mine,

up

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