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

Silas and then back. He

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

he chose to believe whatever

his boots crunching against the bullets scattered

on the gun that now lay discarded beside me, then flicked

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

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second personality that lived in him, but

lip curled into a

hands which held tightly onto

him play whatever game he was

tried

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

All those moments wasted on trying

sense.

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

How was

me like a slap, and I recoiled. “I

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

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

if I wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the

done ranting and

and for a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension

made a

of the men behind him cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s side could

here and they drawled as much as they could. Just

wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like

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

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

not to hurt Silas

hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron

eyes bore into mine, sending

up

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