The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV

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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.

But Marcos didn't care. He didn't like it, so you got punished.

He always had a reason for whatever he did. And down here, every punishment felt like forever.

But that didn't make me better.

I couldn't pretend that I was alright cause I took out my anger on things lesser than I was in the chain.

And that was the

e maids and animals.

It was a twisted part of me that I had tried to cover.

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Whenever I was out of this place I would immediately search for the first maid to hurt, and I always enjoyed it

I resisted the strong urge to scream, fighting the invincible hands clawing at me.

I wanted to get out of here, but there was no escape.

The bars were locked, giving no chance for me to even think about it.

And even if I did try, I would be pushed back here faster than I could call my name.

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

My eyes burned but I fought the tears that threatened to fall.

I knew better than to cry, it would only make it worse.

It would make 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 do that

A clear head was what I needed right now, I needed an escape.

The sound of footsteps made my heart stop and my heart snapped up.

It came slowly, shoes rapping against the floor, filling me with fear.

I could tell it was him. No one else walked that way

Marcos didn't need to rush-he knew I had nowhere to go.

He never walked faster than two steps per second, and as usual, he took his time to come down to my cell.

The door creaked open, and he stood there, his figure blocking out the faint light from the hallway.

I raised my head to meet his eyes, not certain if I was supposed to start speaking or something

Should beg? Try to explain. What should I do right now?

Any wrong word and Marcos could flip, so I had to be careful from here now.

He didn't say anything at first, just watched me, his eyes holding no warmth.

We had the same pairs of eyes, almost the same features but we were nothing alike.

Have I ever seen my father stare at me with warmth like other people?

No never.

It has always been this way, him staring at me coldly.

I've never felt the warmth of my father. Maybe that's why I'm into Silas.

Hhave daddy issues and he's an older man

"You've been lying to me, Katrina," Marcos finally said; his voice was low, and he sounded almost bored.

But that tone was always worse-it meant he was planning something.

I didn't know what, but it was not going to be good.

"I wasn't lyin- I started, but he cut me off immediately, a finger raised to silence me.

He wasn't done talking.

"You were sneaking around in my office, snooping into things that don't concern you. You've always been a curious one," He tutted, shaking his head.

I shouldn't have gone into his office. I should have left and returned later, maybe at night when everyone was asleep.

I was foolish right now and I was beginning to regret that one act

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I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my face blank, even though I knew he could see the fear in my eyes.

"I wasn't snooping." I muttered, barely louder than a whisper.

Another lie

At this point. I was losing count of the amount of times I had lied to Marcos.

But it was all so I could escape with my head on my shoulder.

Marcos chuckled, a dark, chilling sound that made my stomach twist.

He had caught on to me.

"You were always a terrible liar."

He stepped forward, and I pressed myself against the wall, every muscle tensed up

I knew what was coming, knew he was going to make me pay for every second I'd spent in his study.

He was going to make me regret lying to him.

It was going to be a repeat of what happened all these while I was growing up, how he had trained me, and why I feared him

He was going to remind me of all that.

""You th

think you can deceive me? That you're smarter than me?" He crouched down, his face on the same level as mine.

I could feel the coldness of his gaze piercing through me and I gulped hard.

"Maybe a little time down here will remind you who's in charge, he said, and my heart dropped.

I forced myself not to react, to keep my breathing steady.

But inside, my mind was spinning, searching for a way out, a way to escape this nightmare.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

I couldn't show him that what he had said affected me, I couldn't show him any weakness.

Marcos stood up, stepping back toward the door. "I'll be back later," he said, almost like a promise. Then he turned, leaving me alone in the dark again

The door slammed shut, and I was left in silence, trapped with nothing but my memories and the suffocating dread that had followed me down here all my life.