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.”

I really did my best to stop them.

then back. He didn’t seem like he

dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found

perfectly fine but he chose to believe

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the bullets scattered across the

lay discarded beside me, then

to do. But couldn’t trust

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

lip curled into a sneer. “With what That trembling hand of

my hands which

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

breaking but yet I tried to

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

so he finally decided to check if he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to figure out something

sense.

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his tone was far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he

me? How was it

words hit me like a

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

them fall. “I did everything I could to

be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I

when I was done ranting

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

I made a point,

“Sir, we need to move.

they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every

wind of what happened.” He threw the orders out like he was the leader and I wondered

panic seized me.

clutching his body tighter. “He needs me–please, don’t take him away

trust them not to hurt Silas and I

in an iron grip, his fingers

cold eyes bore into mine,

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