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 best

Silas and then back.

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

fine but he chose to believe whatever he

boots crunching against the bullets

the gun that now lay

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

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Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him, but I

curled into a sneer. “With what That trembling

hands which

I couldn’t let him play whatever game

but yet I tried to keep the firmness in

me. But instead, he dropped to his knee beside Silas, pressing two fingers to

so he finally decided to check if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to figure

sense.

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from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he looked back at me.

me? How was

hit me like a

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

I could to save him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You weren’t here, Phillip. You don’t get to

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

heaving when I was done ranting and I glared

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

made a point, a valid

need to move.

now they finally thought of that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as

nodded curtly, then barked 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

men moved forward to lift Silas, and panic seized me. They couldn’t- they couldn’t touch

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

didn’t trust them not to hurt Silas

an iron grip, his fingers digging

mine,

up

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