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.

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

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

perfectly fine but he chose to believe

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

that now lay

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

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if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality that

into a sneer.

at my hands

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

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

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

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

sense.

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still alive,” he muttered, though his tone was far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies, this blood

was it

words hit me like a slap,

“You didn’t call for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you were supposed to? Or didn’t think your little hero act might cost Silas

burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I did everything I could to save him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You weren’t here, Phillip. You don’t

forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the good one here, cause you’re anything but!”

chest was heaving when I was done ranting

moment, he didn’t respond. The tension between

made a

men behind him cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move.

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

Silas out of here. Secure the perimeter. I want this place cleaned before anyone gets wind of what

to lift Silas, and panic seized me. They couldn’t- they couldn’t touch

“He needs

not to hurt

wrist in an iron grip,

cold eyes bore into mine, sending

up

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