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

Silas and then back. He didn’t

is the one dying?” Phillip’s

far perfectly fine but he chose

his boots crunching against the bullets scattered

lay discarded beside me, then flicked back to meet

what he was thinking or what he wanted to

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Phillip or the supposed second personality that

tried to stop them?” His lip curled into

pointed at my hands

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

I tried to keep the firmness in

darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out at me. But instead, he dropped

those moments

sense.

0%

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

How was

like a slap, and

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

did everything I could to save him,” I

and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the good one here,

heaving when I was done ranting and I

for a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension between us was thick, suffocating even

made a

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

since they got here and they drawled

wind of what happened.” He threw the orders

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

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

them not to hurt

my wrist in an iron

cold eyes bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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