The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Katrina’s POV

“Get in there,” One of the men grunted, pulling me harshly.

“Let me go! Silas won’t you off,” I growled, still fighting to free myself from their hold.

When they heard what I had said, they threw their head back and laughed, their body shaking with each fit of laughter.

What?

“What are the chances Silas would be coming back from the dead? You have no one to save you now girl,” One of the men said, pushing me into the room.

I stumbled forward as the guards shoved me inside, my knees hitting the hard floor. The sharp sting of pain shot up reg, but I refused to let out a sound. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

What was that he said now? Something about Silas being unable to save me now?

“Is Silas okay?“I asked, turning sharply to meet their gaze. There’s no way something had happened to Silas, no fucking way.

And yet, when their nonchalant gaze met mine, I didn’t know what to believe.

“It has to be a lie,” I whispered. I refused to believe it. The first drop of my tears fell onto my trembling hands, and I stared at it in disbelief.

I was… crying?

I didn’t believe the tear drop belonged to me till another drop slid down my cheeks, falling on the same spot.

“I would say it was good riddance. Someone who has a weak link cannot lead this mafia,” one of the men said and my head shot

up, my eyes widening in disbelief.

How could he say that?

I screamed, hot tears

instead they both looked bored as they watched me crying over the man

  • me.

flatly, as if he was talking about the weather and not

mind spun, refusing

whisper. I stumbled back, the room spinning around me. “You’re lying.

-he can’t be.

wait here Phillip decides what he wants to do with

room in darkness

it was hard to do so when you find out the one you’re in love

Did I just

be in love with Silas. No way I’d fall love with my

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no matter how I looked at it, it seemed that I had

a while for that realization to sink in and once again, thank you, tear drops rolled down

to my

the death of a love that was

was being treated and I cried for

thing for all the torrents to be let out, and that thing

how long I sat there, was it minutes or hours? I had no idea. But I had

in, trying to figure

at

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and now

for myself would only take me straight to death and I need to make these people pay for what

wooden chair in the corner and it looked worn

for a while, I sunk back to the

obstacle–a problem they wanted gone and it seemed they would do anything in their power to

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