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?

to him?” I screamed, hot tears streaming down

nonchalant look didn’t falter, instead they both looked bored as

  • me.

he was talking about the weather and not the death of

mind spun, refusing to accept

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

-he can’t be.

here Phillip decides what he

door slammed shut, covering the room in darkness

ground for a moment, trying to steady my breathing but it was hard to do so when

Did I

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

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

while for that realization to sink in and once

to my chest,

for the death of

treated and I cried for everything I ever lied to be fine

to be let out, and that thing

hours? I had no idea. But I had stopped crying just sat there, waiting for what was supposed

was kept in, trying to figure out

at

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and

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

it looked worn and splintered. I

searching around for a while, I sunk back to the floor when I came

They didn’t even care if I was innocent. To them, I was just an obstacle–a problem they wanted gone and it seemed they would do anything in their power to see to it that

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