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

and then back. He didn’t seem like

weak one, is perfectly alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found

far perfectly fine but he chose

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the bullets

gun that now lay discarded beside me, then flicked back to meet my

couldn’t tell what he was thinking or what he wanted to do. But couldn’t trust the mad man in

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or the supposed second personality that

into a sneer. “With what That trembling hand

at my hands

him play whatever game he was

breaking but yet I tried to

darkened, and for a 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

those moments wasted on trying to figure out something that made

sense.

0%

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

me? How was

me like a slap, and

what?” Phillip cut me off sharply. “You didn’t call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t think your little hero act might cost

them fall. “I did everything I could to save him,” I whispered,

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

chest was heaving when I was done ranting and I glared hard at

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

a point, a valid

throat. “Sir, we need to

of that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was important to save

cleaned before anyone gets wind of

lift Silas, and panic

his body tighter. “He

not to hurt Silas and

wrist in an iron grip, his fingers

mine, sending

up

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