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

went from my face to Silas and then back. He didn’t seem like he believed what

Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s

fine but he chose to believe whatever he

his boots crunching against the bullets scattered across the

eyes lingered on the gun that now lay discarded beside me, then

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

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Chapter 116

personality that lived in him, but I

them?” His lip curled into a

at my hands which held tightly onto

me, hot and sudden. I couldn’t let him

him,” I snapped, my voice breaking but yet I tried to keep the firmness in them. “Where the hell were

I thought he might lash out at me. But instead, he dropped

if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to figure out something that

sense.

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

How was

a slap, and

out of the way like you were supposed to? Or

I could to

it sound as if I wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it

done ranting and I glared

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

made a

we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s side

It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they

place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what

forward to lift Silas, and panic

“He

them not to hurt Silas and

shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip,

into mine, sending shivers

up

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