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

reason for whatever he did. And down here, every punishment felt like

didn't make me

couldn't pretend that I was alright cause I took out my anger on things lesser than I was

And that was the

e maids and animals.

part of me that

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place I would immediately search for

scream, fighting

out of here, but there

bars were locked, giving no chance for me to even

pushed back here

my hand over my mouth, trying to

but I fought the tears

cry,

would make me feel like I was trapped here and was about to die. I

needed right now, I

my heart stop and my

against the floor, filling me

it was him. No one

didn't need to rush-he knew I had

steps per second, and as usual, he

open, and he stood there, his figure blocking out the faint light from

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

to explain. What should I

word and Marcos could flip, so I had

just watched me,

same pairs of eyes, almost the same features but

father stare at me

No never.

always been this way, him staring

my father.

daddy issues and he's an older

been lying to me, Katrina," Marcos finally said; his voice was

worse-it meant he

but it was not going

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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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