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.

Marcos didn't care. He didn't

had a reason for whatever he did. And down here, every punishment

that didn't make

couldn't pretend that I was alright cause I took out my

And that was the

e maids and animals.

of me that I had tried to

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I was out of this place I would immediately search

scream,

to get out of here, but there was no

locked, giving no chance for me

try, I would be pushed back here faster than I could call

breathing grew shaky, and I pressed my hand over my mouth,

I fought the tears

cry,

die. I would panic and lose my rationality

was what I needed right now, I needed

sound of footsteps made my heart

shoes rapping against the

it was him. No one else walked that

to rush-he knew I

steps per second, and as usual,

he stood there, his figure blocking out the faint

eyes, not certain

explain. What should I

word and Marcos could flip, so I had to be careful from here

at first, just watched me, his eyes

of eyes, almost the same features but

ever seen my father stare at me with warmth like other

No never.

has always been this way,

of my father. Maybe that's

issues and he's an older

Marcos finally said; his voice was

tone was always worse-it meant he

know what, but it was not going

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me off

He wasn't done talking.

around in my office, snooping into things that don't concern you. You've always been a curious one,"