All Chapters of Claimed By The Mafia Brothers : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“What exactly are you playing at?”–Diego stared at his phone for more than a second after the call had ended. He didn't know what he was expecting but he was hoping he could get some kind of answer from the darkened screen of the phone. He kept asking himself just how much of the conversation she had heard. "Did she hear everything we said? Or did she hear nothing at all?"The thought clung into his chest like an octopus holding on tight and not letting go. He lowered himself to his seat, trying to tell himself that the call had not been connected at all and he had seen it wrong, but he failed to believe himself. How was he supposed to approach her and look at her if she knew that for the past three years, he had been hiding something this bad from her. The truth about her father's death. He knew that she deserved the truth, but in the eyes of everyone, he wanted Chase to continue to be the saint and he the devil. Because that was how it always was. Unable to sit with the uncer

“What will happen if he knows the truth?” –Chase leaned forward, reaching for the see through bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a drink. Setting it on the table, he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. The alcohol didn't go down the way he had wanted. It felt like it clawed its way down his lungs and burnt his gut when it finally settled there. He leaned back into his seat with an irritated grunt, the glass still held firmly in his wandering hand but never reaching his lips. He couldn't point to the exact moment it happened, but he felt it the way he felt a change in weather before the first cloud ever appeared, a pressure in the air, subtle but unmistakable. "Diego has been acting differently lately." He said to himself. Quieter in the wrong way. Watching him a beat too long during conversations that used to pass without a second glance. And that outburst at the park, the fury in his brother's eyes when he'd pulled Rebecca away, that hadn't been the anger of a man

“Everything is perfect until…”–The next few days went by without any sudden events. Rebecca and Diego had planned a small picnic where he would officially get to meet his son and she would let Timothée know that Diego was his father.Diego was excited, he would finally get to meet his son. His son! He still didn't believe it quite yet. How could this be his reality?"Don Diego?" Vincenzo's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.He raised his head to look at Vincenzo. He tried to hide it but he was a little surprised, he hadn't even heard the consigliere come in.*That wasn't a good thing,* he told himself. *Imagine an enemy sneaking up on me like that, I wouldn't even have heard a thing. I need to focus now that I'm at work.*"Perhaps... there is something disturbing your mind?" Vincenzo asked, his brow arching softly. "You haven't said a word since I walked in."Diego straightened in his chair, pushing the fog of distraction aside. "What's the update on Chase?""Nothing unusual, as

“This is my fight, I will fight it.”—They searched every inch of the park. Diego tore through the tree line himself, shouting his son's name into the darkening evening until his throat went raw, while park security fanned out across the grounds and, within the hour, police cruisers pulled up along the perimeter, lights washing red and blue over the gathered crowd.Nothing. No sign of Timothée. No sign of Beatrice.Diego stood in the middle of it all, jaw locked, watching Rebecca pace back and forth near the picnic blanket they'd abandoned an eternity ago, her arms wrapped tight around herself, her eyes darting to every officer, every flashlight beam cutting through the trees, waiting for one of them to call out that they'd found something.Then her phone buzzed.She fumbled it out of her pocket, hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped it, and Diego was at her side in an instant, reading over her shoulder.*Little Timothee was tired so I took him home.*An unknown number had sent t

“It's time to finally leave the shadows.”–Chase drove for nearly an hour after leaving the estate, windows down, the wind doing little to cool the heat still simmering under his skin.He hadn't waited for daylight to completely settle in the sky before leaving. *Watch your back.*He almost laughed at the memory of his own words, said so casually, like a man commenting on the weather rather than declaring war on the only family he had left. Strange, how light he felt now that the pretending was finally over. Years of careful smiles, careful words, careful distance from the truth of what he'd done, all of it dissolved the moment Diego had looked him in the eye and said "I know."There was a freedom in that. A terrible, exhilarating freedom.He pulled into the lot of a nondescript warehouse on the edge of the industrial district, the kind of building no one looked at twice, and let himself in through a side door that only a handful of people knew existed.Luna was already waiting insi