The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

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.

care. He didn't like it,

a reason for whatever he did.

didn't make me

took out my anger on things lesser than I was in the

And that was the

e maids and animals.

of me that I

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

urge to scream, fighting the invincible hands clawing

to get out of here, but there

locked, giving no chance for

would be pushed back here faster than I could call my

pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to steady

I fought the tears

to cry, it would only

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

I needed right now,

of footsteps made my heart stop and my heart snapped

came slowly, shoes rapping against

was him. No

didn't need to rush-he knew I had

per second, and as usual, he took his time to come down

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

my head to meet his eyes, not certain if I

What should

flip, so I had to

anything at first, just watched me, his eyes holding

pairs of eyes, almost the same features but

seen my father stare at me with warmth like other

No never.

this way, him staring at me

never felt the warmth of my father. Maybe that's

daddy issues and he's an older

to me, Katrina," Marcos finally said;

worse-it meant he was planning

but it was not

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he cut me off immediately, a finger raised

He wasn't done talking.

in my office, snooping into things that don't concern you. You've always been