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.

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

alright while Silas is the one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that question and

perfectly fine but he chose to

boots crunching against the bullets

lay discarded beside me, then

wanted to do. But couldn’t trust

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know if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality that lived in him, but I didn’t want

His lip curled into a

my hands which

I couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about to play

my voice breaking but yet I tried to keep the

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

check if he lived? All those

sense.

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still alive,” he muttered, though his tone was far from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he

me? How was

words hit me like a slap, and

me off sharply. “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 his

them fall. “I did everything I could to save

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

chest was heaving when I was done ranting and

and for a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension between us was thick, suffocating even

a point, a

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

they finally thought of that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they

nodded curtly, then 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

forward to lift Silas, and panic

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

didn’t trust them not to hurt Silas and I

shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron

eyes bore into mine, sending

up

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