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.

Marcos didn't care. He didn't like it,

he did.

didn't make

was alright cause I took out my

And that was the

e maids and animals.

me that I had tried

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place I would immediately search for the first maid to

scream, fighting

get out of

no chance for me to

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

my hand over my mouth,

fought

knew better than to cry, it would only make

die. I would panic and lose my rationality and I didn't want to

I needed

my heart stop

shoes rapping against the floor, filling me with

him.

to rush-he knew I had nowhere to

and as

door creaked open, and he stood there, his figure blocking out the faint

certain if I was supposed to start speaking or

beg? Try to explain. What should I do right

Marcos could flip, so I had to be careful from

at first, just watched me, his eyes

same pairs of eyes, almost the same features but we were

father stare at

No never.

way,

felt the warmth of my father. Maybe

daddy issues and he's an

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

worse-it meant he

know what, but it was not going

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but he cut me off immediately, a

He wasn't done talking.

concern you. You've always

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