The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)
Bride 64

Chapter 64

Katrina's POV.

I don't know how long I've been here..

Hours? Or maybe days?

I couldn't possibly keep count.

The time ticked by slowly, and each passing minute increased my chances of going crazy.

A hand reached out to touch my cheek and just before it got to me, it vanished.

Shutting my eyes. I tried to ignore the voices and the movements all around me

But it was all too hard.

The light had been cut off, and all I could see around me was darkness closing in on me.

My breathing was ragged, my chest heaving as I tried to control it.

It was a repeated sequence.

Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.

I couldn't risk having a mental breakdown and letting Marcos w

Trying to distract myself, I let myself think of other things.

Maybe if Maria was trying to get closer to Silas, or if he still believed I had tried to kill him,

I still didn't know how he made it alive, but I was happy about it.

As long as he wasn't dead. I could escape here and run back.

The irony of this was all funny.

I wanted to escape from my father's house, running back into the arms of the man who had kidnapped me..

But anyone in my shoes would have done the same.

First, he was going to wear me out mentally so my resolve would weaken, and then try to torture me

It was a method that had me begging on my knees all the time, but this time, I couldn't afford to give in.

I wonder if Alisa had tried to reach me but was unable to get to me.

Would she worry and let Silas know!

Would Silas even care if anything happened to me? He had told me numerous times that he didn't care about what happened to me, and to be very honest, I believed it. But even if it was just as his sub, I would be happy if he considered it that I was his sub and came to help me.

I sat still for another few minutes, my heart beating rapidly in my chest

I could hear my blood flowing in my ears and my hands trembled.

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The door creaked open and Į tensed, my head snapping up.

Marcos stepped in a smile on his lips,

Why was he smiling at me?

I hated it when he smiled because it meant he was going to put you in so much pain.

He was here to torture me, but I couldn't see any torture type of equipment.

And then I noticed a glint in his hand

It was something sharp, metallic. He had won large knuckles on both hands.

My blood ran cold, but I kept my mouth shut, forcing myself not to show fear.

If I showed that I was afraid, it would rile him up even more and he would do a lot worse.

Marcos was twisted that way.

I swallowed hard, my eyes shifting from his hands back to his face.

"Father." I called out, pushing up to my feet.

"Why don't you believe me, father?" The question tumbled out of my mouth, and I hid my shaky hands behind me,

-"Because I know you, Katrina. And I know Silas. He wouldn't let you come back here unless he wanted you to do something." Marcos said in an obvious tone and I swallowed once more.

"Why didn't you come for me after I got kidnapped?" I asked, my heart beating fast.

I had no idea why I was stalling because no one was coming to save me.

But I still did it.

Was it fear? Most definitely yes.

"What use would I have for you if I got you back here? You're only just a liability," Marcos stated and my face dropped.

Oh

If he never wanted a daughter, he could have just given me off of something.

He stepped closer, shaking his head as he brought his hands in front of him

"If you don't start talking, Katrina, this will get ugly." His voice was mocking and I swallowed, keeping my face blank.

Even if I rattled out, things were still going to get ugly for me.

And I'm certain Silas would come for me.

So maybe, I could hold on a bit until he comes.

Alisa would tell him something was up.

"Answer me, Katrina," Marcos grabbed my jaw with his fingers, farcing my face up.

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I could feel the cold metal op my skin and I shivered.

His cold eyes stared down at me, holding no emotions as he prepared himself to torture his daughter.

"I wasn't lying," I gritted out, my voice barely a whisper.

Marcos let out a humorless chuckle, pushing my face away.

"Still protecting him?" He shook his head again like I was some lost cause.

He couldn't understand why I was protecting Silas even when I knew what was coming.

"Your dear Uncle Silas is a don, too. I can't hurt him without starting a war,"

I let out a breath of relief.

I knew who Silas was, but I still got scared on his behalf.

I felt foolish for even doing that, but I couldn't help it.

Marcos smiled when he saw my relieved face. The cruelty sent shivers down my spine.

"But I can make sure he dies. painfully, if need be."

I felt my heart thud painfully in my chest, but I didn't speak.

I couldn't. I didn't even know why, but I wouldn't betray Silas, not even if it meant my safety.

I was supposed to start rattling, talking about all I was supposed to.

But I couldn't

When I didn't, he shrugged, raising his fist.

"I tried to be kind because you were my daughter after all,"

I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact.

The first hit landed on my cheek, snapping my head back, my whole body was filled with pain.

I couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

Blow after blow came, each one harder than the last.

He didn't just hit me at a spot but targeted different areas in my body.

My breath got knocked out when his fist came against my stomach and I spat out blood.

I grabbed onto his wrist with my hand, breathing heavily as blood dribbled down my cheek.

"I haven't even started, dear daughter. I hate betrayals, and you are going to feel the pain of betraying me,"

For someone who had killed his sister and betrayed her, you seem to be talking shit, the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, my eyes glazing with anger. Marcos chuckled, his eyes lighting up with humor.

"I see. So Silas had taken you over to his side. You don't even know half the story,"

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He threw his hand back once more, letting it connect with my sis

I felt stars dancing in my vision as pain filled me, my legs going weak

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back any sound, any sign that he was getting to me. But it hurt. Every single hit tore at me. bruised me, broke me down.

I couldn't even scream; I couldn't let out the pain.

I just held it in, letting him hit me as much time as he could..

My vision blurred and my head throbbed.

You still have a chance, Katrina, Marcos whispered against my ears. But when I kept silent, he pushed me away from him and I fell to the floor.

My whole body screamed in protest, but I dug my fingers into my palm.

"You chose the wrong side. But you've always been such a foolish girl,"

Marcos then grabbed a bottle, unscrewing it.

"I can't let your wounds get infected and cause your death can I

He poured its contents over the cuts and bruises on my skin and I shut my eyes to prevent it from blinding me.

The sting was unbearable, setting my body on fire and burning like acid.

A groan escaped my lips, my breathing getting over.

"Oh. And before you die he tossed something on me and I grabbed it, feeling the cold plastic of my inhaler.

He had tossed an inhaler my way just so I wouldn't get an asthma attack and die

Marcos wasn't going to let me go so easily, that I was certain of

When he was finally done, he straightened, giving me one last cold look before walking out.

The door closed with a final thud, and I was alone again, slumped against the wall, my whole body throbbing with pain.

I couldn't move a muscle because each time I did,

my whole body ached.

I tried to keep my eyes open, to stop myself from slipping out of consciousness.

But the whole room spun and I couldn't stay awake for much longer.

My whole body tipped over as I fell, my head hitting the floor hard.

Was this how I died?

I wondered, welcoming the darkness.

My eyes peeled open once more, and I blinked to clear out my eyes.

How long had I been unconscious?

wasn't certain; it might have been days or hours. Or even a few minutes.

My entire body ached as I pushed myself up, a cry leaving my lips.

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I leaned against the wall biting on my lips

I didn't know how long I stayed that way, Minutes, hours-it didn't matter. I felt like I was drifting, caught somewhere between the pain and the darkness.

Then, the door opened again. My heart skipped, fear twisting in my stomach.

I braced myself for the worst, expecting to see Marcos again. But when I raised my head, I gasped.

Silas stood in the doorway.

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