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

from my face to Silas and then back. He didn’t seem like he believed what I was

one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question

far perfectly fine but he chose to

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the

now lay discarded beside me, then flicked

to do. But couldn’t

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was Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him,

stop them?” His lip curled into a

at my hands

I couldn’t let him

snapped, my voice breaking but yet I tried

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

to check if he lived? All those moments wasted on

sense.

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as

me? How was it my

hit me like a slap, and

of the way

but I refused to let them fall. “I did everything I could to save him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You weren’t here, Phillip. You don’t

I wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the good one here, cause you’re anything but!”

I was done

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

made a point, a valid

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

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

out orders. “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 like he was the leader

and panic seized me.

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

not to hurt Silas and I couldn’t

my wrist in an iron grip,

bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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