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.

face to Silas and then back. He

Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found it

he chose

against the bullets scattered across

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

he wanted to do. But couldn’t

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second personality that lived in him, but I

curled into a sneer.

pointed at my hands which

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

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

lash out at me. But instead,

All those

sense.

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as he looked back at me. “But barely. If he dies, this

How was

like a slap, and

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

fall. “I did everything I could to

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

done ranting and I glared hard

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

made a

him cleared his throat. “Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from

and they drawled as much as they could.

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

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

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

didn’t trust them not to hurt Silas

wrist in an iron

eyes bore into mine, sending shivers down

up

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