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,

whatever he did. And down

didn't make me

that I was alright cause I took out my anger on

And that was the

e maids and animals.

of me that I had tried to

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

the strong urge to scream, fighting the invincible hands

wanted to get out of here, but there was no

no chance for

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

my hand over my mouth, trying

eyes burned but I fought the tears that threatened

knew better than to cry, it

was trapped here and was about to die. I would

I needed right now, I needed an

sound of footsteps made my heart stop

against the floor,

him. No

didn't need to rush-he knew I had

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

stood there, his figure

eyes, not certain if I was supposed

to explain. What should I do

Marcos could flip, so I had to be

anything at first, just watched me, his eyes holding

same pairs of eyes, almost the same features but

ever seen my father stare at me with warmth

No never.

way, him

of my father. Maybe

daddy issues and he's an

Katrina," Marcos finally said;

was always worse-it meant he

but it was not going

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but he cut me off immediately, a finger

He wasn't done talking.

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