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

went from my face to Silas and then back. He didn’t seem like

alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found it hard to

he chose to

closer, his boots crunching against the bullets

the gun that now lay discarded beside me, then flicked back to

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

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or the supposed second personality that lived in

them?” His lip curled into a sneer. “With what That trembling hand

pointed at my hands which

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

yet I tried to keep the firmness

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

check if he lived? All those

sense.

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tone was far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he

me? How was

like a slap, and I

of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t think your little hero

did everything I could to save

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

was done

and for a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension

a point,

cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s side could show

and they drawled as much as they could. Just when

perimeter. I want this place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like he was the leader and

panic seized me. They couldn’t- they

his body tighter. “He needs

trust them not to hurt Silas

wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging

eyes bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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