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

eyes went from my face to Silas and then back. He didn’t seem like

while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found it hard to get an

was far perfectly fine but he chose to believe whatever he

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the

eyes lingered on the gun that now lay

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

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second personality that lived in him, but I didn’t want

curled into a sneer.

pointed at my hands which held

flared in me, hot and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about to play

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

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

All those moments

sense.

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as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies, this blood is on

me? How was it my

like a slap, and I

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

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

forced here. I

done ranting and I glared hard

didn’t respond. The tension between us

a point, a valid

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

here and they drawled as much as

of here. Secure the perimeter. I want this place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.”

panic seized me. They couldn’t- they couldn’t touch

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

not to hurt Silas

in an iron grip, his fingers

bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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