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.

back.

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

perfectly fine but he chose to believe whatever he

against the bullets scattered across the

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

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

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Chapter 116

know if it was Phillip or the supposed second personality

into a sneer. “With what That

hands which held

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

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

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

All those moments wasted on trying to figure

sense.

0%

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 is

me? How was it my

me like a slap, and I recoiled. “I

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

to

make it sound as if I wanted to be here. I got kidnapped and forced here. I got tortured. Don’t makr it seem as if you’re the

was heaving when I was done

jaw clenched, and for a moment, he didn’t respond. The

a point, a

“Sir, we need to move. Reinforcements from Ethan’s side could

It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was important

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

panic seized me. They couldn’t- they couldn’t touch

tighter. “He needs me–please, don’t take him away from

them not to hurt

grabbing my wrist in an iron grip, his fingers digging into

bore into mine, sending

up

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