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 to stop

then back. He didn’t seem like

the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I

far perfectly fine but he chose

boots crunching against the bullets

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

to do. But couldn’t trust the mad man

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

tried to stop them?” His lip curled into a sneer. “With what That

my hands which held tightly onto

him play whatever game he was about

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

I thought he might lash 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 moments wasted on trying to figure out something that

sense.

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

How was it my

a slap, and I

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

did everything I could to save him,” I whispered,

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

done ranting

a moment, he didn’t respond.

a point, a valid

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

now they finally thought 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 save

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

moved forward to lift Silas, and panic seized me. They couldn’t- they couldn’t

I cried, clutching his body tighter. “He needs me–please, don’t take

trust them not to hurt Silas and I

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

eyes bore into mine,

up

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