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

face to Silas and then back. He didn’t seem like he believed

dying?” Phillip’s brow came up

far perfectly fine but he chose to believe whatever he

his boots crunching against the bullets

cold eyes lingered on the gun that now lay discarded beside me, then flicked back to

to do. But couldn’t trust the mad

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supposed second personality

lip curled into a sneer. “With

hands which held

and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever

voice breaking but yet I tried to keep the firmness in them. “Where the

me. But instead, he dropped to

check if he lived? All those moments

sense.

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

How was it my

words hit me like a slap, and

of the way like

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

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

chest was heaving when I was done

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

made a point, a valid

throat. “Sir, we need

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

Silas out of here. Secure the perimeter. I want this place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like he was the leader and I wondered if he ever wanted to replace

men moved forward to lift Silas, and panic seized me. They

tighter. “He needs me–please, don’t take him

them not to hurt Silas and

hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip, his

bore into mine, sending shivers down my

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