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 stop

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

Phillip’s brow came up with that question and

perfectly fine but he chose to

against the bullets

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

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

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was Phillip or the supposed second personality that

His lip curled into a sneer. “With what

at my hands which held tightly onto

hot and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game

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

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

finally decided to check if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to figure out something that

sense.

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expression hardened further as he looked back at me. “But barely.

How was it

me like a

backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t think your little hero act might cost Silas his

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

it sound as if I wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the good one here,

I was done ranting and I glared hard at

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

I made a point, a

of the men behind him cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s

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 important to

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

Silas, and panic seized me.

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

didn’t trust them not to hurt

grabbing my wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging

eyes bore into mine,

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