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

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

is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow

he chose

his boots crunching against

gun that now lay discarded beside

he was thinking or what he wanted to do. But

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the supposed second personality that lived in him, but

His lip curled into a sneer. “With what

pointed at my hands which held

couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about to play right

yet I tried to keep the firmness in them. “Where the hell were

moment, I thought he might lash out at me. But instead, he dropped to

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

sense.

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far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies, this blood is on your

was it my

like a slap,

Phillip cut me off sharply. “You didn’t call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the

refused to let them fall. “I did everything I could to

I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the good one here, cause

was done ranting and I

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

made a point, a valid

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

that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled

place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like he

Silas, and panic seized me. They

tighter. “He needs me–please,

to hurt Silas and I couldn’t let

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

mine, sending

up

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