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 best to stop

went from my face to Silas and then back.

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

fine but he

boots crunching against the bullets scattered

the gun that now lay discarded beside

thinking or what he wanted to do. But couldn’t

1/3

Wed, Dec

Chapter 116

supposed second personality that lived

to stop them?” His lip curled into a sneer.

my hands which held tightly

couldn’t let him play whatever game

I tried

out at me. But instead, he dropped to his knee beside Silas,

he lived? All those

sense.

0%

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

How was

me like a slap, and I

stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t think your little hero act might cost

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

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, cause you’re anything but!”

heaving when I was done ranting

a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension

a point, a valid

behind him cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s side

they got here and they drawled as much

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

moved forward to lift Silas, and panic seized me. They

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

hurt Silas and I

out, grabbing my wrist in an

into mine, sending

up

45