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.”

did my best to stop

and then back. He didn’t seem like he

Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found it hard

but he

crunching against

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

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

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know if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him, but I

to stop them?” His lip curled into a

pointed at my hands which held tightly

couldn’t let him play whatever game he was

but yet I tried to keep

me. But instead, he dropped to his knee beside Silas, pressing two fingers to his neck

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

sense.

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as he looked back at me.

me? How was it

me like a slap, and I

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

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

got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem

done ranting and I glared hard

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

made a point,

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

been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was important to

here. Secure the 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 replace

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

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

them not to hurt Silas and I

wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging into my

bore into mine, sending

up

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