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.”

my best

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

alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow

was far perfectly fine but he chose

boots crunching against the bullets scattered across

on the gun that now lay

to do. But couldn’t trust the mad man in front of

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didn’t know if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him,

them?” His lip curled into a sneer. “With what That trembling hand

at my hands

let him play whatever game

breaking but yet I tried to keep the firmness in

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

finally decided to check if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to figure out something that made

sense.

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hardened further as he looked back at me. “But barely.

me? How was

like a slap, and I

out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t

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

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 good one here,

when I was done ranting and I glared hard at

moment, he didn’t respond. The tension between us was thick, suffocating even

made a

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

got here and they drawled

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

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

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

to hurt

out, grabbing my wrist in an iron

into mine,

up

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