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~Vincenzo's POV~

 

The doors opened, and the slam shook through the room, cutting off the hum of voices. I walked in, flanked by my men, guns glinting under the golden light of the chandelier. 

 

In a beat, the heavy air changed.

 

Seven pairs of eyes turned my way. Surprise, confusion, and dread painted their faces, but none interested me. My gaze landed on him.

 

Hayden.

 

He stood off to the side, head bowed, clutching the pen as if it weighed a hundred pounds. Our eyes met the moment he lifted his head, and recognition dawned in his wide, tear-streaked eyes.

 

He froze, lips parted in a silent gasp. He saw the guns then, and I saw his slight tremble that ran over his frame.

 

"Come here," I barked, a voice slicing the silence like a blade.

 

Hayden blinked fast, chest rising, his head bowed in front of me, gazing up and shaking his head so little. Fists clamping down tight onto his hips.

 

"No," the man stammered but proudly.

 

I grinned crookedly. Stubborn even now. My boys tensed, but I waved a hand in the air, stopping with them.

 

My eyes locked on the man sitting at the head of the room's table—Victor Morenzo.

 

"Long time no see, Victor," I drawled out lazily, bored sounding, echoed through the room.

 

Victor's face screwed up into a scowl as he sprang to his feet, his teeth gnashing rather loudly. "Vincenzo," he sneered. "What in the hell are you doing here?"

 

"Ruining your day," I said, my lips curling into a smile.

 

Victor's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

 

I let the moment out, the silence heavy. Then I jerked my chin toward Hayden. "Him."

 

The room fell silent. Victor's face reddened, fists clenched at his sides. "You've got some nerve—"

 

"I'm making you a deal, Victor," I cut in, taking another step inside. My guys followed me, moving until every entry point was covered. "I'll give you what you want, whatever you've been dickering with the Lucianos for. In exchange, you hand me Hayden."

 

Victor's eyes went wide with shock, and his lips dropped open, dumb. He slid a disbelieving glance at Hayden, who wasn't moving, shaking his head as if the gesture would make what had just transpired nonexistent.

 

"You are insane", said Victor.

 

"Am I?" I repeated, cocking my head to the side. "Think about it. Whatever deal you're just dying to cut, I can arrange. Money, power, protection—it's yours. All you have to do is sign one small, insignificant boy over to me."

 

Hayden's head snapped up, his skin flaming red. "I'm not insignificant!" he shouted, voice breaking.

 

I whirled on him and plastered him with a razor's edge smile. "Oh, yeah? Well, then come on over here and prove it."

 

"No!" he bellowed, shaking his fists to his sides. "I'm not going anywhere with you! I'm not marrying you!"

 

Victor spun on him and twisted his face in anger. "Shut up, Hayden!" he snapped. "You have no idea what's riding on this?"

 

"I don't care!" Hayden yelled back at him, his eyes starting to well up with tears. "I won't do it!"

 

When I finally spoke, the room fell silent, and all attention turned to me. I let the tension stew before I pulled out my pistol, its metallic click ominously ringing.

 

"Let me put it this way," I said, training the gun on Victor's neighbor. "You can either hand Hayden over to me, or I can start making bodies drop."

 

Before any of them could even flinch, I pulled the trigger.

 

The man fell forward, blood pooling around him as screams ripped through the room. Hayden gasped, his hands flying up to his mouth as he stumbled backward.

 

"Vincenzo!" Victor roared, taking a step forward. "What the hell are you doing?"

 

"Proving a point," I said, even with the turmoil. My eyes moved to Hayden, pale and heaving in his chest, openly crying. "Come here, Hayden. I won't ask again."

 

"No," he whispered, shaking his head. 

 

I sighed and raised the gun again. This time, I put a bullet into one of Victor's guards. The man tried to run, but the bullet caught him in the back and slammed him to the floor.

 

More screams, and now Victor was white. Hayden's knees buckled, and he dropped to the floor, his sobs loud and broken.

 

"You swine!" Victor roared, advancing on me. My men snapped their rifles up to the horizontal, and he stopped.

 

"You have some men left yet, Victor," I spat at him. "Do you want me to make an end of them all, or will you listen to terms?"

 

Victor snarled, face twisted, and the rest were white-eyed, staring, begging.

 

“Victor, please," one of them said. Do what he tells you. I don't want to die”.

 

Hayden continued to sob, arms clenched tightly against his chest, and rocked back and forth on the floor.

 

“You can take him,” Victor finally said in his low and somewhat bitter voice.

 

"No!" Hayden shouted, forcing himself to his feet in a quaking struggle. "No, you can't! You can't do this! Dad, I don't want to go with him!”

 

"Shut up, Hayden!" Victor thundered, his patience finally broken. "You've been a burden to this family! You'll do as you're told!"

 

Hayden sobbed all the louder; he was shaking violently now—every eye in the room was on him.

 

I took another step forward and lowered the gun, looking down at him. "Come here," I repeated softer this time.

 

Hayden yanked his head off the counter, glaring at me through welling tears; now his eyes were red-rimmed.

 

“You Monster!” He gritted out angrily. 

 

"Don't let me be that monster," I sneered at him, my lips curling back into a snarl. "So, Be a good boy and come here, Hayden."

 

He stumbled, his body shuddering with the compensatory wobbly step forward. The room was dead silent except for the low rustle of his footsteps as he began to walk toward me with his head bowed.

 

When he reached me, I used two fingers to tilt his chin so he would look at me. His lips trembled,  and his breath caught as I leaned in close.

 

"Good boy," I purred, the tone low, teasing.

 

Before he could react, I clamped my lips down on his. He stiffened, his hands coming to my chest as though he wanted to thrust me away from him, but I wouldn't let him go. I let my hand glide to his hip instead, drawing him against my frame and sinking further into the kiss.

 

When I finally pulled back, his face was red, his lips were swollen, and his eyes were wide in shock. I leaned closer to him, my lips against his ear, and whispered, "You're even better than I remembered. Last night… you sucked my dick so well."

 

Hayden's face went bright red as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to form words.

 

I grinned, rearing up to look at him. "What, cat got your tongue?"

 

His glare burned hot, but tears gave him away. I took his hand and spun him to face the room.

 "He's mine now"

 

 

 

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  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   006

    Hayden's POVIt had been over an hour since the chaotic, surreal scene at my supposed wedding. The image kept replaying in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.Guests gasping in shock, my father’s cold, stoic face as he practically handed me over like a pawn in some twisted deal.The black SUV hummed steadily beneath me as it sped away from the disaster I left behind. Two of Vincenzo’s bodyguards sat in the front, their presence silent but intimidating.Their dark suits and earpieces made them look more like secret agents than criminals.Beside me, Vincenzo sat with the calm, composed authority of a man who always gets what he wants. The subtle scent of his expensive cologne mingled with the smell of leather seats, and it was making my stomach churn. I forced myself to stare out of the tinted window, watching the blur of city lights fade into distant hills.My thoughts were chaotic. How could my father do this to me? Did he even care about what would happen to me? I didn

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  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   007

    Hayden’s POVIt was already 7:00 a.m.“What a night,” I thought to myself as I lay stretched out across the plush mattress.The early sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. Even as I tried to savor the warm embrace of sleep, memories of the previous night ran through my mind. Each one so…intense.Every detail flashed before my eyes like a movie. The way Vincenzo’s gaze burned into me, the rough caress of his hand, the heady mixture of desire and danger.I closed my eyes at the memory, a smile curling on my lips.The sensation of his touch, so commanding and yet so tender, had left me both trembling and yearning for more. There was something raw and undeniably intoxicating about Vincenzo—his presence a dangerous magnet pulling me into a world where I could lose myself. Where I wanted to.After a long, reflective moment, I reluctantly pushed aside the soft covers.The memory of last night still clung to me like a delicate perfume I wasn’t

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-03
  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   008

    ~Hayden’s POV~My mind was a whirlwind as I descended the sweeping staircase, my thoughts tumbling over one another. Every step toward Vincenzo seemed to echo with the uncertainty of my own desires and fears.I couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “Who came to get me? Was it my father?”The question, though softly spoken, carried the weight of a life I might have once known—a life free from the complications of desire and danger.Vincenzo’s response was curt, laced with possessiveness as if the answer was meant to dispel any lingering hope of escape. “It was no one. No one is coming to get you. You are mine and mine alone.”His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of terror and thrill that made my heart pound uncontrollably.In that moment, I realized that I should have felt trapped, suffocated by the gravity of his claim. Instead, I found myself inexplicably drawn deeper into his world—a world where I surrendered not only my body but also the fragmented pieces of my soul. It was a dan

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-04
  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   009

    ~Hayden’s POV~I had spent the evening before Vincenzo returned wrestling with my own demons, lying on the couch and staring blankly at the ceiling. The hours of loneliness had been restless, haunted by thoughts I couldn’t quite shake. Rest had been a distant memory, and the thought of facing another day in this intricate web of power and submission had filled me with both dread and a curious sense of anticipation.In the quiet gloom of the late night, I had finally mustered the strength to rise from my place at the couch which had been a fort throughout the day, though every fiber of my being resisted the idea of facing the world.Going upstairs for a brief shower before dinner, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a punishment for my mistakes or simply another test of my resolve.Just as I entered my room, I heard footsteps approaching with a deliberate cadence. Then a knock came at the door and I paused, my heart quickening its pace, before hastily making my way to open it. Stan

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-05
  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   010

    ~Vincenzo's POV~The meeting room smelled of aged wood, cigars, and tension. The faint hum of conversation died the moment I stepped inside, my shoes thudding against the marble floor. The men seated around the long table were some of the most powerful in the underworld—old friends, enemies forced into peace, and blood relatives bound by duty.At the far end of the room, Maria sat with her arms crossed, her tailored black suit crisp and imposing. She always had a way of commanding attention without saying a word. Her sharp eyes locked on mine as I took my seat at the head of the table, right where our father used to sit before I inherited this burden."You're late," Maria said flatly, tapping manicured fingers on the polished wood."I had business to handle," I replied curtly, thinking briefly of Hayden locked up in Block B. His defiance lingered in my mind, gnawing at me in ways I didn't want to admit.The room was silent for a beat until Don Alberto cleared his throat. He was a barr

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-06
  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   011

    ~Vincenzo’s POV~The mansion loomed in silence as I stepped into my bedroom, the familiar scent of leather and cedar filling the expansive space. The place was still, save for the quiet hum of the old house that had borne witness to so much over the years—the deals, the betrayals, the victories, and the losses. My footsteps echoed through the grand foyer as I made my way to the staircase, but my mind was elsewhere. My thoughts were tangled in the aftermath of the meeting with Maria, the conversation we had had about the future, about the family, and about the responsibilities that weighed heavy on me. But tonight, I had other matters to settle.I had ordered for Hayden to be brought to my room. His defiance—his blatant disregard for my authority—had forced my hand. I wasn’t the kind of man who took insubordination lightly, and Hayden needed to learn that lesson in full.The weight of the day clung to me, and I wanted to shake it off before I dealt with him. I had spent hours in that m

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-07
  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   012

    ~Hayden’s POV~"Now, take your clothes off." Those were the words that set my heart pounding in the silence. I hesitated and he had noticed instantly.Without warning he grabbed me by the hair and I hissed in pain as he forced me to my knees. I struggled but then stilled as the warning in his eyes gave way to fear in my heart.It’s okay Hayden, I told myself.Remember that you have to do this in order to live. It’s only temporary. Vincenzo’s gaze was cold and unamused as I began to immediately unbutton my shirt.I didn’t waste anytime getting out of the shirt. With every thought swirling in my head I did the same for my pants. The air was cool but not overly cold as I tried to stand up. He stopped me with a glare.“Stay on your knees pet,” he commanded. I swallowed again and nodded. My hair befell over my eyes as it had been disheveled from Vincenzo’s handling and I was glad. I kept my gaze to the floor as I heard his footsteps drawing near. His boots were all I could see before I

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-09
  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   013

    ~Vincenzo’s POV~The warehouse meeting had not gone well. The council were upset and so was I. The news of the De Luca mafia shipments being stolen was one thing but the fact that it happened so suddenly had settled in the pit of my stomach like a stone, a constant reminder that there were threats within my own ranks, lurking in the shadows. It had been a day since the council meeting, and the investigation had barely begun to scratch the surface, but I already felt the weight of its outcome. There was something personal about this betrayal—it wasn’t just stolen goods; it was a breach of trust that could unravel everything I had worked for.The council were already on my neck for my ‘indiscretions’ as they liked to put it. If any mistakes were made, it could affect my position as a Don and my place in the hierarchy of my family.The sound of my phone vibrating against the glass table broke the silence in my office, and I reached for it without hesitation. It was Miguel.“Talk to me,”

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-09

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  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   064

    ~Sofia Esposito's POV~ Pfft! I scoffed inwardly at the very thought of getting married to that arrogant man. Vincenzo De Luca—feared by many, ruthless, and unpredictable. He was exactly the kind of man I had spent my whole life avoiding. Yet here I was, being forced into an arranged marriage for the sake of power and alliances. The idea made my skin crawl. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of this room and forget any of this had ever happened. I sat silently at the dining hall, my hands resting stiffly in my lap as the discussion dragged on. The others—my uncle Federico, Maria De Luca, and the other council members—spoke in hushed yet firm voices about the wedding preparations, discussing everything as if I wasn’t even here, as if I were just a pawn to be moved into place. "So now that we're all in agreement, this meeting is over. We can start making preparations tomorrow," Maria announced, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument. I barely held back an eye roll. Prep

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   063

    ~Hayden’s POV~I made my way down to the dining hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The atmosphere in the mansion had changed the moment I stepped out of my room. The usual opulence felt suffocating, the weight of the silence pressing down on me like a storm cloud ready to burst. As I got closer to the hall, I could feel the tension rising. It wasn't just the air; it was palpable, the kind of pressure that only comes from a gathering of powerful people.I paused just outside the dining hall, hidden behind one of the grand pillars that lined the corridor. The voices of the council members—an amalgamation of different families—filled the space, but the words were muffled, indistinct from where I stood. It was a murmur of words, of hushed whispers, like the buzzing of bees before an attack. I strained my ears, trying to catch something, anything, that would make sense of this strange gathering.Then, the chatter abruptly stopped. The room quieted, and I felt all eyes focus on the figure

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   062

    ~Hayden's POV~I sat on his bed, staring at the door as if willing it to open, but it never did. Vincenzo had locked me in, a decision that didn't surprise me at all. He never let me move freely, always keeping me under his control, like a puppet on a string. I could feel the walls closing in on me as I shifted uncomfortably on the soft, smooth bed. I sighed heavily and leaned back, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.The bed was almost too comfortable, and for a moment, I allowed myself to forget where I was, but then the reality of the situation hit me again. This was his bed, his room, and I was just a temporary fixture in his life. I knew I shouldn’t be here, should be looking for a way out, but the thought of leaving—of facing whatever was out there, with him so volatile—made me hesitate. A flicker of concern gnawed at me. There had been something different about him earlier, something I couldn’t quite place. A shift in his mood, like a storm brewing just beneath the surfac

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   061

    ~Vincenzo’s POV~"Is Hayden here?" I asked, my voice steady, though anticipation curled in my gut like a predator waiting to pounce. "Yes, boss," one of my men replied. "We brought him here just as you asked." I grinned, slow and deliberate, as satisfaction rolled through me. Good. My fingers flexed at my sides as I took a moment to picture him—waiting, likely restless, probably trying to piece together why I had him brought here instead of letting him stay at the hotel. I turned to Alphonso. "Where is he?" "In your room." Perfect. Without another word, I strode through the hallway, the weight of the night shifting into something else entirely—something darker, more enticing. The mansion was silent, save for the faint hum of conversation from the men stationed downstairs. I climbed the stairs with purpose, my mind already envisioning how this would go. Hayden had been testing me, knowingly or not, pushing against the boundaries I’d set. But now, in my space, under my c

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   060

    ~Vincenzo’s POV~Find a wife.The words echoed in my mind like a sick fucking joke. I scoffed at the thought, my jaw clenching as I leaned back in my chair. A wife. A perfect, obedient, well-bred mafia princess to bear my heirs and strengthen our alliances. It was a leash. A fucking chain meant to control me. But I knew I had no choice. Not anymore. I kept my expression impassive as I glanced around the room. Salvador sat with his usual calm demeanor, his hands folded on the table like he wasn’t orchestrating a complete takeover of my authority. Maria, on the other hand, looked amused—like she was waiting for me to explode. And then there was Nadia, sitting across from me, the woman they’d chosen to put in my place. Fucking ridiculous. "We suggest you pick one from one of the families in the alliance, Vincenzo," Don Salvador said, his voice steady. "It will strengthen our forces and ensure no one dares to cross us." I inhaled deeply through my nose, forcing myself to stay

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   059

    ~Vincenzo’s POV~The thrill still lingered in my veins, the pleasure of fucking Hayden into submission, of watching him beg and squirm beneath me. It was intoxicating. He looked so fucking good when he was desperate—when he realized there was nowhere to run, no one to save him. The fear in his eyes, the way his body surrendered despite his protests… Fuck, it was a sight I would never tire of. But there was always something to ruin my moments of satisfaction. "Boss." I turned at the familiar voice. Alphonse stood in the doorway, his stance firm, his expression unreadable as always. He was one of my most loyal men—disciplined, sharp, and not one for unnecessary chatter. If he was here, it meant something serious had come up. "What?" I grumbled, adjusting my cuff as I leaned back against the chair. "I have a message for you from your sister," he said smoothly. "She’s requested a meeting at a discreet location. She wants you there immediately." Maria. Of course. That woman n

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   058

    ~Vincenzo's POV~I locked the door behind me with a sharp click, sealing us inside. The air in the room was thick with tension, and the only sound was Hayden’s unsteady breathing. He stood stiffly, his face bruised and swollen, a testament to the consequences of his actions. Yet, even through the damage, his beauty remained—a twisted contradiction to the betrayal that burned in my chest. I took a step forward, watching him flinch as my presence loomed over him. His reaction sent a rush of satisfaction through me. He should be scared. "You betrayed me." My voice was calm, but the weight of my words sent a shiver through him. Hayden swallowed hard. "Master, I—" "You freed Max," I continued, stepping closer until our faces were mere inches apart. "And you ran away with him. You’re no different from the rest of the cowards who have betrayed me. So tell me, Hayden, why the hell would I treat you any different?" His lips trembled, his hands twitching slightly at his sides. "I didn

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   057

    ⁓Vincenzo’s pov⁓Hours ago:It wasn’t him.That meant that Hayden was alive.I grit my teeth and sucked in a breath as I looked over the paramedics and police trying to clear the area. Everywhere was chaotic, a background full of death and destruction but none of it mattered to me.All I could think about was how I had been tricked again by that fucker, Max.If Hayden wasn’t at this location then where the fuck was he?And was he alive?"Don," One of my men called my attention. "The council called. They wish to speak with you sir."Not what I fucking wanted right then. I longed to get my gun out and shoot someone. Preferably that fucking bastard called Max.But he wasn’t here.Turning to the man I ordered, "Bernito. Search the area. Search the entire damn city of you have to. Make sure Hayden is found and brought to me. If he’s alive, return him in one piece.""Yes Sir."He was going to regret ever trying to turn against me. I’d teach him a lesson he’d never forget.Walking away from

  • I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   056

    Hayden’s POVClick.Click.The repetitiveness of that sound was what brought me back to reality. My eyes hurt. Lie.Every part of my body fucking hurt. I groaned softly as I laid on the hard ground listening to the sounds around me as I tried to regain myself.It was a miracle. A miracle that I even fucking survived whatever Max had intended for me.A miracle that I had managed to undo the bindings in time.Suddenly the sounds of sirens filled my ears and I winced as the back of my head felt envy. Groaning as I sat up, my vision blurred a little.Realization filled me as the siren sounds moved closer and closer.I had to leave.Stumbling to my feet I began to move in whatever direction I was facing. I didn’t care how I looked or where I was going as long as the police or whoever was coming didn’t find me here.The night was cold and more than once I shivered as a cool breeze hit my body. My breaths came out in heavy pants and I nearly thought my body would give out from fatigue. But

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