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.

Marcos didn't care. He didn't like it, so you

had a reason for whatever he did.

didn't

I took out

And that was the

e maids and animals.

was a twisted part of me that I had tried

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out of this place I would immediately search for the first maid to hurt, and I always enjoyed

to scream, fighting

to get out of

no chance for me to

try, I would be pushed back here faster than I could

my hand over

burned but I fought the tears that threatened to

than to cry, it would only make

was trapped here and was about to die. I would panic

what I needed right now, I needed

heart stop and my

rapping against

could tell it was him. No one else walked that

rush-he knew I had nowhere to

second, and as usual, he

open, and he stood there, his figure blocking out

his eyes, not certain if I was supposed to start speaking

to explain. What

and Marcos could flip, so I had to

first, just watched me, his

had the same pairs of eyes, almost the same

I ever seen my father stare at me with warmth

No never.

been this way,

of my father. Maybe

and he's

to me, Katrina," Marcos finally said; his voice

that tone was always worse-it meant he

but it was not going to

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started, but he cut me off immediately, a finger raised to silence

He wasn't done talking.

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