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.

didn't like it, so

a reason for whatever he did. And down

didn't make

I took out my anger on things

And that was the

e maids and animals.

me that I had tried to

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place I would immediately search for the first

scream, fighting the invincible hands

get out of here,

chance for me to even

I did try, I would be pushed back here faster

shaky, and I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to

but I fought the tears that threatened to

than to cry, it would only

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

was what I needed right

made my heart stop and

came slowly, shoes rapping against

him. No one else

rush-he knew I

never walked faster than two steps per second, and as usual, he took his

door creaked open, and he stood there, his figure blocking out the

meet his eyes, not certain if I was

explain. What should I do right

so I had to be careful

first, just watched me, his eyes

same pairs of eyes, almost the same features but we

stare at me with warmth like

No never.

has always been this way, him staring at me

the warmth of my father. Maybe

daddy issues and he's an older

me, Katrina," Marcos finally said; his voice was low, and he sounded almost

always worse-it meant he

what, but it was not going

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me off immediately, a

He wasn't done talking.

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