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?

did you do to him?” I screamed, hot tears streaming down my face and blurring my

bored as they watched me crying over the man who

  • me.

them said flatly, as if he was

spun, refusing to accept their

whisper. I stumbled

-he can’t be.

here Phillip decides what he wants to do with

shut, covering the room in darkness and

for a moment, trying to steady my breathing but it was hard

Did I just

No.. There’s no way I’d be in love with Silas.

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it, it seemed

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

my knees to my chest,

death of Silas, cried for the death of a love

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

to be

it minutes or hours? I had no idea. But I had

kept in, trying to

at

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and

and I need to make these people pay for what

chair in the corner and it looked

I 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 and it seemed they would do

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