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

weak one, is perfectly alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came

far perfectly fine but he

boots crunching against the bullets

lay discarded beside me, then flicked

he wanted to do.

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Chapter 116

second personality that lived in him, but I didn’t want

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

at my hands which held tightly

him

I tried to keep the firmness in them. “Where

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 check

he lived? All those

sense.

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further as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies, this blood is on your

was

a slap, and I recoiled. “I

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 Silas

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

got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem

was done

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

made a point,

need to move. Reinforcements from

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

“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 the leader and I wondered

panic seized me. They couldn’t- they couldn’t touch

cried, clutching his body tighter. “He

trust them not to hurt Silas

grabbing my wrist in an iron grip, his

bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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