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

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

didn't make

cause I took out my anger on

And that was the

e maids and animals.

me that I

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

urge to scream, fighting the invincible hands

wanted to get out of here,

locked, giving no chance for me to even think

be pushed

grew shaky, and I pressed my hand over

I fought the

to cry, it would

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

what I needed right now,

made my heart stop and

slowly, shoes rapping against

it was him.

didn't need to rush-he knew I had nowhere to

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

his figure blocking out the faint light from

to meet his eyes, not certain if

Try to explain. What should I do

wrong word and Marcos could flip, so I had to be careful from

anything at first, just watched me, his

eyes, almost the same

father stare at me

No never.

way, him staring

my father. Maybe that's why

issues and

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

that tone was always worse-it

but it was not going to be

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cut me off

He wasn't done talking.

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