The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Katrina's POV

The basement was cold, the k

kind in that seeps into your bones and sits there, making you shiver even Whim

The kind that has you rethinking your entire life choices, up until the one that put you into that sman

I sat on the floor with my knees close to my chest, forcing myself to stay calm.

But that was easier said than done.

I knew that nothing panicking wouldn't do anything, but right now I couldn't help it

Being in this place that I'd tried so hard to forget was pulling memories out of places they had been buried.

Making me remember things I wasn't supposed to. Things I have forgotten for a while now.

I thought I had gotten over it. I fought off my fears or whatever people said.

But facing this situation, I knew I was nowhere close being to over it.

it into the room

The darkness crept around me, and it freaked me out; I tried to focus on the little ray of light that crept focusing on my breathing.

My mind was flooded with memories of me begging to be let out after Marcos had locked me with no lights in

I had cried and clawed at the walls, but he ignored my pleading

As a child. I'd been locked down here more times than I could count, each time for something different, something small.

It didn't matter what I had done, as long as Marcos was against it, I was being thrown in here.

And I really hated that. No one came to help me, no one told him he was wrong.

At some point, I thought that everyone enjoyed seeing me being treated that way.

Enjoyed seeing Marcos treat his daughter in a way that was worse than trash And I hate them all.

Once, I'd spoken out of turn.

Another time, I'd refused to follow one of his orders.

Different times, and I did something too minute.

He didn't like it,

always had a reason for whatever he did. And down here, every

that didn't make me

I took out my anger on things

And that was the

e maids and animals.

part of me that I had

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I would immediately search for the

scream, fighting the invincible hands clawing

out of here, but there was

were locked, giving no chance for me

would be pushed back

shaky, and I pressed my hand over

eyes burned but I fought the tears that threatened to

knew better than to cry, it would

I was trapped here and was about to die. I would panic and lose my rationality and I didn't want to do

head was what I needed right now, I

heart

came slowly, shoes rapping against the floor, filling me with

tell it was him.

need to rush-he knew I

than two steps per second, and as usual, he took his time to come

his figure blocking out the faint light

my head to meet his eyes, not certain if I was supposed to start speaking or

What should I do right

word and Marcos could flip, so I had to

at first, just watched me, his eyes

pairs of eyes, almost the same features but we were

my father stare at me with warmth like

No never.

way, him staring at

felt the warmth of my father. Maybe that's why I'm into

daddy issues and he's an

Katrina," Marcos finally said; his voice was low, and

tone was always worse-it meant he was

but it was not going to

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cut me off immediately,

He wasn't done talking.

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