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

to Silas and then back. He didn’t

is perfectly alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that

but he chose to

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the bullets scattered

now lay discarded

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

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was Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in

His lip curled into a

my hands which held

let him

I tried to keep the

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

he finally decided to check if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to

sense.

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

was it

words hit me like a slap, and

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

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

here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem

heaving when I was done ranting and I glared

a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension

a point, a

behind him cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to

they finally thought of that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could.

anyone gets wind

and panic seized me. They couldn’t-

his body tighter. “He needs me–please, don’t

them not to hurt Silas

wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging

cold eyes bore into mine,

up

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