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

always had a reason for whatever he did. And

didn't make

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

And that was the

e maids and animals.

a twisted part of me that I had tried to

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I was out of this place I would immediately search for the

resisted the strong urge to scream, fighting the invincible

of here, but there

no chance for me to

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

I pressed my hand

I fought the

knew better than to cry, it would only make it

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

I needed

heart

shoes rapping against the floor, filling

him. No

rush-he knew I had nowhere to

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

his figure blocking out the faint light

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

explain. What should I do right

flip, so I had to be careful from

anything at first, just

almost the same features but we were

stare at me with

No never.

way, him staring at

the warmth of my father. Maybe

and he's an

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

was always worse-it meant he was

it was not going to

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me off immediately, a finger raised to silence

He wasn't done talking.

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