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

dying?” Phillip’s brow came up

perfectly fine but he chose to believe whatever

crunching against the bullets

cold eyes lingered on the gun that now lay

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

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supposed second personality that lived in him, but

lip curled into a sneer.

my hands which held tightly

and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about to play

I tried to keep the firmness in

instead, he dropped to his

if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying

sense.

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

me? How was it

words hit me like a slap,

“You didn’t call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way

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

as if I wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured.

done ranting and I

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

a

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

and they drawled as much

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

Silas, and panic seized me. They couldn’t-

I cried, clutching his body tighter. “He needs me–please,

them not to hurt Silas and I couldn’t let Silas

my wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging

into mine, sending shivers down

up

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