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 streaming down my

nonchalant look didn’t falter, instead they both looked bored as they watched me crying over

  • me.

gone,” One of them said flatly, as if he was talking about

refusing to

voice barely above a whisper. I stumbled back, the room spinning around me. “You’re

-he can’t be.

what he wants to do

shut, covering the room in darkness

my breathing but it was hard to do so when you find out the one

Did I

be in love with Silas.

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looked at it, it seemed that I

took a while for that realization to sink in and once again,

my knees to my chest, I

of Silas, cried for the death

the unjust ways I was being treated and I cried for everything I ever lied to be fine

all the torrents to be let out, and that thing

idea. But I had stopped crying just sat there, waiting for what was

looked around the room I was kept in, trying to figure out

at

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and now

take me straight to death and I

chair in the corner and it looked worn

sunk back to the floor when I came up with

I was innocent. To them, I was just an obstacle–a problem they wanted gone

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