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.

my face to Silas and then back. He didn’t

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

far perfectly fine but he chose to believe whatever

stepped closer, his boots crunching against the bullets scattered across

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

what he wanted to do. But couldn’t trust the mad man in front

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

curled into a sneer. “With what

at my hands

hot and sudden. I couldn’t let him play whatever game he was about to play right

snapped, my voice breaking but yet I tried to keep the firmness in

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

to check if he lived? All those

sense.

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from reassuring. His expression hardened further as he looked back at

me? How was it my

words hit me like a slap, and I recoiled.

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

could to save him,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You weren’t

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

was heaving when I was done ranting and I glared hard at

he didn’t respond. The tension

I made a

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

thought of that? It’s been a few minutes since they got here and they drawled as much as they could. Just when every minute was important to save Silas‘

“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 I wondered

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

“He needs

trust them not to hurt Silas and I

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

cold eyes bore into mine,

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