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.”

really did my best to stop

face to Silas and then back. He

is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found it

fine but he chose to believe

his boots crunching against the bullets scattered across the

now lay discarded beside me, then flicked back to

what he was thinking or what he wanted to do.

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Chapter 116

Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him, but I

them?” His lip curled into a

at my hands which

let him play whatever game he was about to play

yet I tried to keep the firmness in them.

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

he lived? All those moments

sense.

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alive,” he muttered, though his tone was far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he looked back at

me? How was

words hit me like a slap, and

Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t think your little hero act might cost Silas

everything I could to save him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You weren’t here, Phillip. You don’t get

forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr

was done ranting and I glared hard at

a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension between us was

made a point, a

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

It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just

place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.”

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

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

hurt Silas and I couldn’t

shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging into my

cold eyes bore into mine,

up

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