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?

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

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

  • me.

flatly, as if he was talking about the weather and

mind spun, refusing to accept

I

-he can’t be.

Phillip decides what he wants to do

heavy door slammed shut, covering the room in darkness and I

on the ground for a moment, trying to steady my breathing but it was hard to do so when you find out the

Did I

be in love with Silas. No

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at it, it seemed that I had fallen in love with

in and once again,

knees to my chest, I

of Silas, cried for the death of a love that was only

I was being treated and

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

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

around the room I was kept in, trying to

at

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and now

and I need to make

a wooden chair in the corner and it looked worn and splintered. I doubt I would be able to

while, I sunk back to the floor

as I remembered Maria’s threats. 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

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