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.”

really did my best

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

Phillip’s brow came up with that question and

but he chose

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the bullets scattered

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

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

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

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

at my hands which

couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about

saved him,” I snapped, my voice breaking but yet I tried to keep the firmness in

moment, I thought he might lash out at me. But instead, he dropped

if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to

sense.

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as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies,

was it my

a

sharply. “You didn’t call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or

my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I did everything I could to save him,” I whispered, my voice

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

was heaving when I was done ranting and

didn’t respond. The tension between

made a point, a valid

throat. “Sir, we need to

here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was important to save Silas‘

out orders. “Get 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

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

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

trust them not to hurt

an iron grip, his

mine,

up

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