Claimed By The Mafia Brothers.

$7. He Owns You.

"I'm a person, not a property."

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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 pinning against the surface and his fingers interlocked at his face.

The door to his office opened and his brother walked in. "How is he?" Diego asked.

"He's okay, seems someone took care of him while I was away." Chase said as he made his way towards Diego's desk.

"That Cattivella seems to know a thing or two about seizures." Diego simply said.

Chase arched his brow, wondering who the cattivella– little troublemaker– was.

"The Summers girl. I guess she's not all that useless." Diego explained.

Chase sat down and his lips curved into a soft smile. "You just happened to get off on the wrong foot, she's not always so feisty."

"Whatever, I have more important things to worry about than getting off on the wrong foot with someone irrelevant. When can I talk to Marco?" Diego questioned.

"As impatient as always." Chase rose from his seat and started for the door. "He needs to rest, leave him be for now."

He left Diego alone.

A maid walked in almost instantly to clean his study and Diego questioned, "where is my coffee?"

Her eyes widened. "That little brat!" She muttered to herself. Realizing that she was keeping Diego waiting, she immediately spoke up. "I am so sorry sir! The new maid is in charge of your coffee! She must have forgotten, I will remind her right away!"

"No need." Diego responded. "Make it for me today."

"Y--yes sir!" She replied instantly and rushed to get it done without delay

Once he was all alone, he relaxed into his seat and allowed his eyes to fall close.

Rebecca fell asleep right there on the bed and woke up a little towards evening. She felt hungry from her sleep.

She wondered if anyone would bring her meal or she had to fetch it for herself. A loud and consistent knocking on her door forced her to jump out of bed.

"What the fuck..." she muttered, irritation rising inside her. "Who the f**k is that?"

The moment she opened the door, a hard slap landed on her face. Rebecca was taken aback by what had just happened, confusion made her stare with her jaw dropped.

It was one of the ladies she had met in the morning, Shanica, if she remembered clearly.

"What is your actual problem?! Are you trying to make us all lose our heads on your first day?! How dare you forget to serve his majesty his morning coffee?! Do you know how terrible this could turn out for us?!" She barked at her face.

"What...?" Rebecca asked in a quiet tone. She was still startled by the woman's outburst.

"I would have come and dragged you out of this room by your hair earlier if I wasn't busy doing everything you should be doing! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because he gave you a fancier room? You're his maid! He owns you!" She yelled out loudly.

Shanica was fuming obviously and didn't try to mask or control her anger.

Tears burnt Rebecca's eyes. "What makes you think you can treat me like this?" She asked in a quiet yet firm tone. "How dare you raise your hand at me?"

"What?" Shanica asked through a scoff as she planted her hands on her hips.

Rebecca walked past her, shoving her out of the way with her shoulder.

"Where do you think you are going?! I am not done with you!" Shanica yelled out but Rebecca ignored her.

She went to his study but met a cleaning lady there. When she asked, the lady told her to go to his room on the last floor if she wanted to see him.

Rebecca thanked the woman and took the elevator up this time around. The elevator had a floor called zero then there was the last floor. The zero didn't work when she pressed it so she clicked the last number.

Thankfully, it took her to Diego's floor. She managed to find his room and– oddly– there was no security there.

Without knocking, she pushed the doors open but she froze midway.

Diego stood by his bed, shirtless, with nothing but a towel around his waist. His wet hair fell over his face as he looked at her.

He tilted his head to the side, noticing the look of anger melting into fluster on her face. "Come in." He said.

She managed to tear her eyes off his muscled chest and meet his eyes. Dark ink decorated his body, calling her attention back to them. His tattoos were not easy to translate, they were like abstract art but she related them to death and evil.

As she got closer, she noticed the scars that decorated his body along with his tattoos. Her once confident and quick steps reduced to hesitant and slow ones.

"My eyes are up here, Cattivella." Diego said and she managed to tear her eyes away from his body and meet his gaze.

She felt tongue tied all of a sudden, feeling her n*****s poke through her dress obviously. Her middle tingled and she swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry.

He walked towards her, standing just an inch away. "You seem to have something to say."

She stared into his color shifting eyes, hating how pleased he was knowing what kind of effect he had on her. She couldn't help but to curse in her mind. "Bloody hot bastard!"