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 to

and then back. He didn’t seem like he

while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow

perfectly fine but he chose to

boots crunching against the bullets

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

wanted to do. But couldn’t trust the mad

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

them?” His lip curled into a

my hands which held

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

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

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

to check if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to

sense.

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

was it my

like a slap, and I recoiled. “I

cut me off sharply. “You didn’t call 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

forced here. I got tortured.

when I was done

jaw clenched, and for a moment, he didn’t respond. The

a point, a

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

been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was important to save

want this place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like he was the leader and I wondered if he ever wanted to replace

lift Silas, and panic

“He needs me–please, don’t take him

not to hurt Silas and I couldn’t

grabbing my wrist in an

bore into mine, sending shivers down my

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