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

my face to Silas and then back. He

dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that

perfectly fine but he chose to

against

eyes lingered on the gun that now lay

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

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know if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived

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

at my hands

sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about to play

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

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

if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to figure out

sense.

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

How was

a slap, and I recoiled. “I

for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to?

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

I got tortured.

when I was done ranting and I glared hard at

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

a point, a

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

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

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 wanted to

and panic seized me. They

I cried, clutching his body tighter. “He

to hurt Silas and I couldn’t let Silas

wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging into

cold eyes bore into mine, sending shivers down

up

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