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

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

alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question

far perfectly fine but he chose

his boots crunching against

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

he wanted to do. But

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

into a sneer. “With what That trembling hand of

my hands which held

him play whatever

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

he might lash out at me. But instead, he dropped to his knee beside Silas, pressing two fingers to his neck to check his

if he lived? All those

sense.

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

me? How was it my

me like a slap, and I

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

fall. “I did everything I could to

be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured.

when I was done ranting and I

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

a point, a valid

him cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move.

they finally thought of that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when

“Get Silas out of here. Secure the perimeter. I want this place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out

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

body tighter. “He needs me–please,

hurt Silas and I couldn’t

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

mine, sending

up

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