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

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

come you, the weak one, is perfectly alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found it hard to get an

perfectly fine but he chose to

crunching against the bullets scattered across

gun that now lay discarded

to do. But couldn’t trust the mad man

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if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality that

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

hands

him play whatever game he was about to

yet I tried to keep

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

lived? All those

sense.

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

was

a slap, and I recoiled.

Phillip cut me off sharply. “You didn’t call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way

to save him,” I

I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the good

chest was heaving when I was done ranting and I glared hard at

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

made a point,

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

of that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was

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

and panic seized me. They couldn’t- they

I cried, clutching his body tighter. “He needs

not to hurt Silas and I couldn’t let Silas

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

bore into mine, sending

up

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