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.

to Silas and then back. He didn’t

Phillip’s brow came up with that question and I found it hard to get an

far perfectly fine but he chose to believe

his boots crunching against the bullets scattered across

on the gun that now lay discarded beside me, then flicked back to meet my

couldn’t tell what he was thinking or what he wanted to do. But couldn’t trust

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

stop them?” His lip curled into a sneer. “With what That trembling

my hands which

let him play whatever game he was

yet I tried to keep the firmness in them.

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

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

sense.

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

How was it my

words hit me like a slap,

for backup? Didn’t stay out of the way like you

“I did everything I could to

wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem

heaving when I was done ranting and I glared hard at

for a moment, he didn’t respond.

a point, a

his throat. “Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s

that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled

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

and panic seized me.

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

not to hurt Silas and I couldn’t let

an iron grip,

bore into mine, sending

up

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