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 what I

one dying?” Phillip’s brow came up with that

was far perfectly fine but he chose to believe whatever

his boots crunching against

gun that now lay

he wanted to do. But couldn’t trust the mad

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second personality that lived in him,

stop them?” His lip curled into a

hands

sudden. I couldn’t let him

but yet I tried to keep

But instead, he dropped to his knee beside Silas, pressing two fingers to his

he lived? All those moments wasted on trying to figure

sense.

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expression hardened further as he looked back at me. “But barely.

me? How was it

words hit me like a slap,

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,

and forced here. I got tortured.

chest was heaving when I was done ranting and I glared

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

I made a point, a

his throat. “Sir, we need to move.

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

before anyone gets wind of what happened.” He

and panic seized me. They couldn’t-

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

hurt Silas

in an iron grip, his

bore into mine,

up

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