All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Brothers : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“The night my world burned, he didn’t save me. He claimed me.”-She tried so hard not to make any sound. But with the building on fire, and a gun pressed to your father's head while you hid in the wardrobe, there didn't seem like much one could do.It had happened so fast. Rebecca was still having this little fight with her father, Raymond, when the intruders entered. "Hide, mi corazon, and do not make any sound!" He had said repeatedly while he shoved her in the wardrobe. The conversation had led to these intruders heading out so Rebecca couldn't hear much of what was happening. But after a while, a cruel voice thundered. "You have brought this on yourself, Raymond. Now you perish along with your entire household."And then, a gun was fired. Rebecca jumped up with a start. She was breathing so heavily, trickles of sweat around her face. "I thought you'd never wake up." That voice...She sat up straight, ready to launch her attack. There was a pocket knife her father had left w

"I ran for freedom, but he caught me in the dark."-Rebecca cried out as the tape left her lips as a painful peel. It was like they were on fire. Diego was standing tall before her now, serpentine green eyes glaring at her. Rebecca wasn't sure she'd seen a real human being with green eyes before. "Your turn," he said. As much as she had wanted to scream out, she managed in a soft whisper, "four days? It's been four days?""Yes, love. Four days and counting," Diego said with that arrogant smug on his face again. "Now, I take it that we're on board with my little lecture?"Someone pounced on the door, well it seemed it was his attempt for a knock. They both turned to face the door. Then a man entered, "Sir, Marco is back with news. I just hope he came alone and hadn't been followed. He's badly hurt and has been taken in--"Diego gave what Rebecca picked like a signal and the man shut up immediately, gave a low bow and went out. Rebecca wondered how much had been true. Of course she w

"I won't blink, not like my dad..."-The next morning, it was safe for Rebecca to say she was feeling better. Maybe the meal Chase had fed her replenished her body. Clearly, he must had lied about the sleeping tablet.There was a knock on the door that got her up on her feet. It was more like a bang. "I'm coming!" She rolled her eyes. Who the fuck could that be now??A slender lady with big round eyes glared back at her. If she was older than Rebecca, it would be maybe with just a few years. "I'm Shanica. And I'm here to assign your duties to you for the week."Her tone was strict, "now, I --""Excuse me?" Rebecca said with a start. "I have no idea who you are or care. I have headache and will like to rest more."The lady threw her head back and roared out in laugher. "Look at you thinking you have freewill. You're a maid, just like us. And I am your superior so you listen to me you spoilt brat." She spat out. "You'll make tea for Diego. Five sugars, no milk, black coffee." She sai

“I'm a person, not a property.” _Diego let out a soft sigh. Tapping Marco softly on the shoulder, he rose to his feet and walked out. He went back to his study and sat down. For some reason, he stopped at where the man he shot had died, staring at the ground that had drunk up his blood. There was a new rug in place and the floor had been cleaned enough to sparkle. “Quel piccolo attaccabrighe testardo.” He muttered to himself as he made his way to his seat, meaning “that little troublemaker.” Falling into his armchair, he allowed his eyes to fall close as a soft sigh escaped his lips. He ran his fingers through his hair and opened his eyes. A sudden ache at his side caused him to groan and sit up. The gunshot was more than a graze or a scratch, it was aching, but he had more serious things at hand to deal with than to whine over a gunshot sound. After all, it wasn't his first. His brows furrowed and his forehead creased as he sat up and leaned against his desk, his elbows pinn

Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to her after her dad was shot? What did they plan to do with her? She wanted to ask everything. Almost as if Chase could tell, he said without a hint of impatience in his tone. “You might want to take your time to think those questions through. I'm not rushing you, I can wait.” She nodded her head gratefully. After another entire minute– which dragged on like forever though– in silence, she finally spoke up. “What kind of business did my dad do with the Gonzalez family and why did it get him killed?” “That's two questions gone. Unfortunately, I can only sincerely answer one. Whatever business he did, I can't tell you, it's not my place. My brother is the only one who can tell you that and i