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

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

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

was far perfectly fine but he chose to

boots crunching against the bullets scattered across

the 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

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second personality

lip curled into a sneer.

hands

in me, hot and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game he was

tried to keep the

darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out at me. But instead, he dropped to his knee beside

those moments

sense.

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reassuring. His expression hardened further as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies,

was it my

like a

for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t

I refused to let them fall. “I did everything I could to save him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You

here. I got tortured.

was heaving when I was done ranting

for a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension between

a

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

since they got here and they

gets wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like he

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

“He needs me–please, don’t take him away from

hurt Silas and I

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

eyes bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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