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 like it, so you

for whatever he did. And down here, every punishment felt

didn't make

I was alright cause I took out my anger on

And that was the

e maids and animals.

of me that I had tried to

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

scream, fighting the invincible

wanted to get out of here, but there

chance for

I did try, I would be pushed back here faster than I

my hand over my mouth, trying

fought the tears that

better than to cry,

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

clear head was what I needed

of footsteps made my heart stop and

came slowly, shoes rapping against the

it was him.

to rush-he knew

and as usual, he took his time to come down to my

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

head to meet his eyes, not certain if I was supposed to

explain. What

Marcos could flip, so I had to be

anything at first, just watched me, his eyes

eyes, almost the same features

I ever seen my father stare at

No never.

has always been this way,

of my father. Maybe that's why I'm

and

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

always worse-it

but it

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wasn't lyin- I started, but he cut me off immediately, a finger

He wasn't done talking.

concern you. You've always been a curious one,"

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