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.

didn't care. He didn't

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

that didn't make

took out my anger on things lesser

And that was the

e maids and animals.

twisted part of me

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immediately search for the first maid

to scream, fighting the invincible hands clawing

of here, but there was

locked, giving no chance for me

try, I would be pushed back here faster than I

my hand over my mouth, trying to steady

I fought the tears

better than to cry,

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

needed right now, I

footsteps made my heart stop and my heart snapped

slowly, shoes rapping against the floor, filling me

it was him. No

need to rush-he knew I had nowhere

steps per second, and as usual,

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

my head to meet his eyes, not certain if

explain. What should I

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

didn't say anything at first, just watched me, his eyes holding

eyes, almost the same

my father stare at me with

No never.

has always been this way, him staring

warmth of my father. Maybe

and

Marcos finally said;

worse-it meant he was planning

it was not going to

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he cut me off immediately, a finger raised to

He wasn't done talking.

into things that don't concern you. You've always been a curious one," He