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.

He didn't

had a reason for whatever he did. And

that didn't

took out my anger on things lesser than I was in

And that was the

e maids and animals.

a twisted part of me that I had

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search for the first maid to

strong urge to scream,

out of here,

chance for me to even think about

pushed back here faster than I could call

I pressed my hand over my

burned but I fought

than to cry, it would only

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

I needed right now, I

heart stop and

rapping against the

was him. No one else

to rush-he knew

and as usual, he took his time to come down

there, his figure blocking out the faint light

eyes, not certain if I was supposed to start speaking

to explain. What should I do right

and Marcos could flip, so I

anything at first, just watched

almost

I ever seen my father stare at me

No never.

way, him

warmth of my

issues and he's

Marcos finally said; his voice was low,

worse-it meant he was

it was not

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started, but he cut me off immediately, a finger raised to silence

He wasn't done talking.

into things that don't concern you. You've always been

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