The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 64

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 you

for whatever he did. And down here,

didn't

was alright cause I took out my anger on things lesser than I was

And that was the

e maids and animals.

part of me that I had tried

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I would immediately search for the first maid to hurt,

to scream, fighting the invincible

wanted to get out of here, but there was

bars were locked, giving no chance for me to even think

would be pushed back here faster than I could

and I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to

eyes burned but I fought the tears that threatened to

better than to cry, it would only make

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

clear head was what I needed

sound of footsteps made my heart stop and my heart snapped

rapping against the floor,

tell it was him. No one else

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

per second, and as usual, he

creaked open, and he stood there, his figure

his eyes, not certain

to explain. What should

flip, so I had to be

at first, just watched me, his eyes holding no

pairs of eyes, almost the same features but

seen my father stare at me

No never.

has always been this way,

my

and he's an older

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

was always worse-it meant he

but it

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me off immediately, a finger

He wasn't done talking.

into things that don't concern you.

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