Claimed By The Mafia Brothers.

$10 Zeal

I'll serve you, but you'll wish I didn't.

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Diego was out of bed before his alarm went off. He went into his bathroom to freshen up. He cursed underneath his breath as he remembered that he was meant to stay away from baths.

He wiped his face and neck and other body parts with a wet towel before picking out his outfit for the day.

Picking his desired look for the day, he went on to recreate it as he threw on a white dress shirt and a tailored black suit. Silver cufflinks and a silver Rolex wrist watch along with a thin silver necklace and rings around his pinky and index fingers as jewelry and lastly, a pair of perfectly polished shoes.

His dark hair was nearly brushed backwards, leaving only a little to fall over his face.

He picked up his cologne and put on a little extra than usual, muttering to himself how much he didn't like not being able to take a full shower. At least he got to wash his hair.

While in his study, he heard a soft knock on the door and to his utmost surprise, Rebecca walked in with a tray in her hands.

A curious smirk played on his lips as he leaned back into his seat. Was she finally giving in?

She didn't meet his eyes as she placed a cup neatly on top of his table while avoiding disorganizing the perfect symmetrical arrangement.

When she turned to leave, his voice held her in place. "Where are you going?"

She turned around, fire burning in her eyes. I made you your morning coffee, no milk, five sugar, just like you like it."

He tilted his head to the side and peered at her. "I'm not ready for coffee."

Her jaw dropped in disbelief at his words. She scoffed. "What the fuck...?" she muttered to herself. "What am I supposed to do then? Take it back and bring another when you're ready for it?" She flung her hands in the air as she questioned.

Diego shrugged his shoulders and focused on his work.

He didn't look up at her but he could feel her gaze fixed on him. Unwavering. "You'll burn a hole through my forehead." He said before looking up at her.

She looked hesitant, a question obviously burnt her tongue and she was more than ready to spit it out.

He sighed and relaxed into his seat once again. "Go ahead, Cattivella."

She walked over towards his table and gripped onto the tray tightly. "Of all the things going on here, I just have one question." She was silent and his gaze urged her on. She continued. "Why?"

"Why...?" He repeated, waiting for an explanation.

"Why am I here? Of what use am I to you? Why did you bring me here? You could have just killed me. Why did you bring me here? You have more than enough slaves at your beck and call, why would you need me?" She demanded.

Diego wasn't surprised by her question but what surprised him was the courage in the way she spoke to him.

He had believed she would fear him, cower in his presence, but she surprised him every day.

It still baffled him how she kept herself composed when he shot a man in her presence. Most would have fallen to their knees, choking on their tears and kissing his shoes but she... she was just a hard nut to crack.

It was intriguing. Fun.

He smiled and rose to his feet. Before she could move, he backed her up against the table and leaned in close to her face. Her eyes, brown and shining, pulled him in as he locked gazes with her.

His hands were close to her hips but he rested them on the table instead.

She seemed to hold her breath, taken aback by his sudden behaviour. Her cheeks flushed red visibly.

He leaned in even closer and whispered softly against her ear. "Why do you think?"

Her body pulsated as his breath best against her ear and her eyes fell close. Desire replaced anger and her n*****s hardened.

Her mind went blank and she felt her entire body trembling excitedly from a desire that shouldn't have been born.

Her scent filled his nostrils, it was soft and flowery. When he pulled away, he heard her heave a soft sigh.

"I want you to pay me back for what your father did." He said as he walked towards his window.

She placed a hand on her racing heart and breathed heavily to control herself. When she rose from the table, she followed him with her eyes. "Does my father owe you money? How much? How long will I have to work for you to pay it back?"

He stared out the window without uttering a word.

"Am I really not going to get any answers?" She demanded angrily.

"It's betrayal," there was a hardness to his tone. "There's no forgiveness or resurrection. It's a debt you'll have to pay with your life."

She staggered backwards, tears clouding her eyes. She would have to remain in his hold for the rest of her life? What about everything she wanted to achieve in her lifetime? All gone like smoke, disappearing like it was never there.

Her sadness was replaced by a sudden determination and she swore through gritted teeth. "I'm going to be the stone in your shoe for the rest of my life."

He finally turned around to acknowledge her presence. He could see her emotions pouring out of her and filling the entire room.

She had a very bad weakness which was letting her emotions get the best of her but there was something he admired about her. It was her zeal. To be the stone in his shoe meant she feared nothing anymore. Not even death.

He could tell from the look in her face that she meant to fulfill those words. He smiled.

"I'm looking forward to it."