Claimed By The Mafia Brothers.

$9 Why did you save her?

Answers? More like dead end riddles.

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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 it's very close to impossible. He was killed because he tried to betray us." He explained calmly.

"How?" She spat out in a fit of rage. "What could he have done to make you take his life?!" Tears burnt in her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

The reality hit her hard like a brick to the face. She would really not see her father again. Forever.

Chase let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, I can't say." He spoke softly.

She tore her eyes away from him as a single droplet of tear betrayed her and rolled down her cheek.

She was taken aback as she felt arms around her shoulder. Before she could react, Chase pulled her to his chest and hugged her. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. He just remained there with his body as a source of solace.

More tears rolled down her face now, hatred rose inside her for her father's murderer. Diego was a monster who killed on impulse. A being that was feared and was meant to be feared.

Chase's arms were around her shoulders, holding her firmly to his chest. His voice was gentle and almost with pity as he spoke. "I know it's hard for you right now but... there's really nothing you can do about it."

She raised her head from his chest and he didn't try to stop her. She met his eyes as he spoke and didn't cut him off or interrupt him.

"When it comes to Diego, things must always go his way or you cease to exist. He's not all that bad when you get to know him, I mean I've been his brother all my life. He's really protective of what he owns and what he wants.

"Just do as he says and you'll be fine." He reached out and touched her hand. "I'm here too. I promise you I'm the same Dr Chase you knew, the only thing that changed was the last name."

She felt comforted by his words. Her lips spread in a smile, soft, barely visible, but it was there.

He rose to his feet and buried his hands into his pocket. "Have a good evening, Cara Mia." He spoke softly.

Almost hesitantly, he took out a hand and patted down on her head gently.

As he started towards the door, Rebecca sprung to her feet and stopped him. "Wait! Don't I have... one more question?"

He stopped and turned around. He didn't speak but the look in his eyes made it known that he was waiting to hear her question.

She fiddled nervously with her fingers, not knowing whether she should ask or not. "After my dad got... shot, everything is just... fuzzy, kind of. What– what happened?" Realising that had been a question, she added instantly. "No, don't answer that! My question is... why did you save my life?"

Chase's brow arched softly. "I didn't, Diego did. Why? I don't know. Maybe you should ask him. Not that I wouldn't have saved you, he just got to do it first."

After saying that, he turned and left her room, closing the door gently behind himself.

She sighed and sat herself back down on her bed. She felt a little bit relieved from... everything! Thanks to Chase.

Her stomach growled, reminding her of her hunger. She left her room and managed to find her way to the kitchen.

There were several maids there preparing dinner and cleaning up the kitchen as well. They all gave her stern glances and some of them whispered audibly.

"Is that master's new collection?"

"It seems so, why isn't she assigned to any chores?"

"I heard she got the easiest chore. Serving coffee and cleaning his bedroom. Lucky bitch." She sneered.

Rebecca turned a deaf ear to their conversation and rallied what food she could to her room. She missed when a feast was brought to her room.

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Diego sat with his back turned to his brother who helped treat his would and bandage it.

"Didn't I ask you not to shower for a while?" Chase asked, a hint of anger in his usually calm tone.

Diego was silent. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

Chase heaved a breath. He discarded the topic entirely. "The girl, Rebecca, she's a curious one, isn't she?"

"Curious?" Diego's brow arched as he asked. "More like infuriating. Why?"

"Nothing." After a moment's silence, Chase asked. "That night... I still don't get it. Why did you not want her dead?"

Diego was silent but only for a moment. "Do I need a reason? I just felt like sparing her life. Besides, she looked like a good fit in my collection."

Chase scoffed a laugh. "Classic Diego, I definitely wasn't expecting anything sentimental."

He finished treating his brother and rose from the bed after packing up his equipment. "Try not to sleep on your back or you'll cause it to bleed again. And listen to me! Stay away from that shower."

Diego rolled his eyes and threw on his night shirt.

When left alone, he asked himself why he had chosen to spare her life that night. Did he make a mistake by bringing a troublemaker to his home?