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 didn’t seem like he believed what I

Phillip’s brow came up

perfectly fine but he chose

closer, his boots crunching against the bullets scattered across the

lay discarded beside me, then flicked back to meet

wanted to do.

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

curled into

at my hands which

hot and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game

yet I tried to keep the firmness in them. “Where the hell

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

so he finally decided to check if he lived? All those moments

sense.

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though his tone was far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he

was it my

hit me like a slap, and I recoiled. “I

Phillip cut me off sharply. “You didn’t call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t think your little hero act

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

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

heaving when I was done ranting and

a moment, he didn’t respond.

a point,

we need

minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when

before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like he was the leader and I

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

“He needs me–please,

not to hurt

shot out, grabbing my wrist in an

bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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