บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Mafia Brothers : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“A battle for myself, my family, my home.”–Diego went out to the east gate where the first attack had been made. He made sure to stand with his men as they fought.“Don!” One of his men yelled out. “You should get out of here! They’re obviously after you and this family cannot stand without you!”Diego only smirked but went deeper into the embrace of the battle.In swift moves, he moved through each enemy like a dance, slicing throats like it was a part of the dance steps.In minutes, many had fallen by his side and the number of the intruders had dangerously reduced.“Boss!” One of his men called out to him. “The mansion has been breached, they must be heading for your room. They’re in the living room as we speak.“The people inside are outnumbered by far, they need your help. We can take what remains here, you should go in. I’ll send some other soldiers in with you.”Diego nodded his head and went back into the mansion.As he got into the building, he turned to face one of the sol

“It’s happening again, my life changing course without my consent. What can I do other than go with it?”–Rebecca was surprised to be seeing Diego. How did she even get there? Why was she naked?Her face normally would have immediately reddened as she stood bare in front of him, but for some reason, she didn’t even think too much of it.Diego smiled, the light around him gleamed like heaven. “I’m sorry to have to see you like this, I don’t think I can make it any other way.”She blinked, confused. “What do you… What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean you can’t make it any other way? Where are we?”“Cattivella…” His voice was calm and it traveled with the wind. He smiled softly. “Thank you for coming to me with all sincerity and purity. I’m so happy to see you. I just want to say goodbye.”Her eyes widened and tears poured down her face. She took a few steps towards him. “No, no no, Diego. Don’t say that, don’t–”A deafening gunshot took her by surprise. Her entire body

"Life had never felt so out of order for me before." --Vincenzo went outside the house, he needed some air on his skin. His pores felt clogged. The wind was howling softly against his ears and he could feel the coldness on his skin as he settled down on the front porch, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. He stared at the dark screen of his phone, hoping it would light up any moment from now. It had been days now and still nothing. Would he ever be able to live with himself if he found out that he survived and Diego didn't?Just days ago, when they flew into the United States, he had received a call about Diego getting shot and, to make things worse, he wasn't responding to treatment. He had managed to evade from telling Rebecca that as he spoke with others in Italian, which she didn't understand. "What the f*ck is going on over there...?" he wondered. Digging into his pocket, he took out a pack of cigarettes, removed one and placed it between his lips, then shoved the pa

"Time to go back home... to where I belong." --Rebecca spent the next few days in her room, she couldn't think of anything else to do. Her tears had run dry quicker than she expected but inside her was a drained soul who sought for solace but never able to reach for it. She remained huddled in her bed, tucked away from sunlight and everything else. Water and food had been brought to her room daily, not that she had the appetite to eat. The water slid down her throat well, but the food choked her no matter what it was. So she gave up on trying to eat anything. Her room door remained open to whoever wished access, but she didn't step out of it herself. She was so confused. "What is the next step for me now? What am I supposed to do? Why am I so sad? Am I not supposed to be happy to have regained my freedom? Why does it weigh me down so much now that I'm free?" She kept asking herself. For how long had she sought for freedom? Why did it suddenly feel like a burden? She didn't

“For my dad, I’ll do anything to keep his dream going. For my son, I’ll do anything to keep him smiling.”–Rebecca sat opposite Helen, her father’s sister, keeping a calm expression on her face. The woman had been nothing but a pain in her ass ever since she returned home.“What do we have to talk about? I’m exhausted,” Rebecca said.“Of course you are,” Helen responded. “I’ll make it quick. It’s high time you got married.”Rebecca sighed and rolled her eyes. This conversation had been going on for over a year now and she didn’t see the need to get married.“Must we really discuss this now? I just got back from work,” Rebecca said disapprovingly.“Of course we must! You won’t listen to me whatever time I choose to discuss it anyway, so why not now? I’ll wake you up in the middle of the night if I have to,” Helen stated firmly.There was a fire in the woman’s burning blue eyes that Rebecca was just not ready to deal with.Maybe the talks of marriage wouldn’t even piss her off as much