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

whatever he did. And down here, every punishment felt

that didn't make

out my anger on things

And that was the

e maids and animals.

was a twisted part of me that I had tried to

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place I would immediately search for the first maid to hurt, and I always

to scream,

wanted to get out of here, but there

no chance for me to

I would be pushed back here faster than I could call my

pressed my hand over

fought the tears that threatened to

to cry, it would

to die. I would panic and lose my rationality and I

I needed

footsteps made my heart

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

was him. No one else walked that

need to rush-he knew I

never walked faster than two steps per second, and as usual, he took his time to come down to

his figure blocking out the faint light from

not certain if I was supposed

explain. What

Marcos could flip, so I had to

at first, just watched me,

almost the

I ever seen my father stare at me with

No never.

this way, him staring at me

of my father. Maybe that's why

issues and

lying to me, Katrina," Marcos finally said; his voice was low, and he

always worse-it meant

know what, but it was not going

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but he cut me off immediately, a finger raised

He wasn't done talking.

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