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

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

Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up

he

boots crunching against the bullets scattered across the

eyes lingered on the gun that now lay discarded beside

wanted to do. But couldn’t trust the mad man in front

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know if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him, but

lip curled into a sneer. “With

pointed at my hands which

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

saved him,” I snapped, my voice breaking but yet I tried to

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

lived? All those

sense.

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

me? How was it

hit me like a slap, and I recoiled.

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

my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I did everything I could to save him,” I whispered, my

and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the

was heaving when I was done ranting and I glared hard at

he didn’t respond. The tension between us was thick,

a point,

cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s side could show up

got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was important to

barked out orders. “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 if he

and panic seized me. They couldn’t- they

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

hurt Silas and I couldn’t let Silas

hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip,

eyes bore into mine, sending shivers

up

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