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

back. He didn’t seem like he believed what I was

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

fine but he chose to believe whatever he

closer, his boots crunching against the bullets scattered

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

he wanted to do. But couldn’t trust the mad man

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Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him, but I didn’t want to

into a sneer. “With what That trembling

my hands

and sudden. I couldn’t let him play

saved him,” I snapped, my voice breaking but yet I tried to

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

he lived? All those

sense.

0%

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

was it my

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

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

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

I wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t

chest was heaving when I was done ranting and I

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

a point, a

we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s

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

wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out

lift Silas, and panic seized me.

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

didn’t trust them not to hurt Silas

in an iron grip, his fingers digging

eyes bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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