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

bored as they watched me

  • me.

if he was talking about

refusing to accept their

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

trying to steady my breathing but it was hard to do so when you find out the one you’re in love with

Did I just

love with Silas. No way I’d fall love with my

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it, it seemed that I had fallen in love with

sink in and once again,

my knees to

of Silas, cried for the death of

and I cried for everything

the torrents to be let out,

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

kept in, trying

at

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and now

death and I need to make these people

was nothing in the room except a wooden chair in the corner and it looked worn and splintered. I doubt I would be able to do

back to the floor

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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