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 like it, so you

he did. And down here, every punishment felt

didn't make me

cause I took out my anger on things lesser

And that was the

e maids and animals.

was a twisted part of me that I had tried to

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this place I would immediately search for the first maid to hurt, and I always enjoyed

scream, fighting the invincible hands clawing at

get out of here, but

no chance for me

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

breathing grew shaky, and I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to steady

but I fought the tears

knew better than to cry, it would only make it

me feel like I was trapped here and was about to die. I would panic and lose my rationality and I didn't want to

needed right now,

of footsteps made my heart stop and

rapping against

tell it was him. No one

rush-he knew I

faster than two steps per second, and as usual,

creaked open, and he stood there, his

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

beg? Try to explain. What should I do right

could flip, so I had to be

just watched me, his

same pairs of eyes, almost the same features but we were nothing

stare at me with warmth like

No never.

way, him

warmth of my father. Maybe

and

me, Katrina," Marcos finally said;

worse-it meant he was planning

but it was

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cut me off immediately, a finger raised to

He wasn't done talking.

concern you. You've always been a curious one," He tutted, shaking his