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

didn’t falter, instead they both looked bored as they watched

  • me.

if he was talking about the

spun, refusing

a whisper. I stumbled back, the

-he can’t be.

wait here Phillip decides what

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

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

I

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

sink in and once again, thank you, tear

my knees to my

Silas, cried for the death of a love that was

I was being treated and I cried for everything I ever lied to be

thing for all the torrents to be let out,

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

I was kept in, trying to figure out if

at

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and

and I need to make these people pay for what uney had

room except a wooden chair in the corner and it looked worn and splintered. I doubt

while, I sunk back to

I remembered Maria’s threats. They didn’t even care if I was innocent. To them, I was just an obstacle–a

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