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?

you do to him?” I screamed, hot

as they watched me crying over the

  • me.

he was talking about the weather and not the death

spun, refusing to accept their

out, my voice barely above a whisper. I stumbled back, the room spinning around

-he can’t be.

here Phillip decides what he

shut, covering the room in darkness

trying to steady my breathing but it was hard to do

Did I just

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

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it, it

to sink in and once again, thank you,

to

cried for the death of a love that was only

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

for all the torrents to

know how long I sat there, was it minutes or hours? I had no idea. But

looked around the room I was kept in, trying to figure out if there was

at

77%

point and

would only take me straight to death and I need to make these people

corner and it looked worn and splintered. I doubt I would be able to do much

while, I sunk back to the floor when I came up

To them, I was just an obstacle–a

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