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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
Last Updated : 2025-02-04I'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
Last Updated : 2025-02-05I'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
Last Updated : 2025-02-06I'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
Last Updated : 2025-02-07I'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
Last Updated : 2025-02-09I'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,”
Last Updated : 2025-02-09I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 014
~Hayden's POV~The ride back to Vincenzo’s mansion felt like an eternity. The car was too quiet, the air inside thick and heavy, pressing down on me with each passing second. My mind replayed the scene at the De Luca warehouse over and over—the gunfire, the blood. But most of all, I couldn’t shake the image of Vincenzo, cold and unwavering, as he executed Hector without hesitation.I sat in the passenger seat, my hands gripping the armrest so tightly that my knuckles were white. The silence in the car was suffocating, and I found myself glancing at Vincenzo every few seconds, unable to get a read on him. His expression was unreadable, his focus on the road as he navigated the streets with ease. His silence was worse than any words he could have spoken. It was as though he wasn’t even affected by the violence that had unfolded—like it was something he did every day.I wanted to ask him what he had felt in that moment, what had driven him to pull the trigger so easily. But the fear insi
Last Updated : 2025-02-10I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 015
~Vincenzo’s POV~The night had long since surrendered to the early pre-dawn gloom when I returned to the mansion. Sleep had been difficult and I had not been able to rest with the thought of the work to be done in my mind. Returning to the study—my sanctum of secrets—the oppressive aroma of aged leather and stale cigar smoke mingled with the sound of my own measured footsteps. I sat before a large mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with ledgers, shipment manifests, surveillance stills, and scribbled notes. The stolen cocaine wasn’t just lost merchandise; it was a gash in the very heart of my empire—a betrayal that had to be avenged.I ran my fingers over the pages of a ledger detailing the shipment’s movements. The numbers were clear, the margins immaculate—until someone had dared to defy the sacred rule of loyalty. I had already sent the three insolent workers to meet their fate, but that was only the beginning. The theft had to be investigated thoroughly. I needed to find who els
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I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 017
~Vincenzo's POV~The air in the mansion felt thick with unease. I could feel it, that prickle at the back of my neck—the kind of sensation that tells you something is about to go wrong. It was early in the morning but Tony had called for a reason. There was something he had found relating to who was spying on us. And I suspected it was someone in our own mafia.I buttoned up my shirt. As I raised my hand, my eyes became fixed on the scar hidden underneath the dark tattoo on my arm.I pulled down my shirt sleeves and covered it completely, using gold cuffs that had my initials on them. It was a oresentgrin one. My cousins who handled European missions for the council.Everyone in my family respected me because I was the one who always stepped up to solve problems in the De Luca Mafia. In that way I grew my support and now held the highest ranking position. But as much as I was the Capo of the De Luca Mafia, my role wasn’t cemented yet. Not when I still had competitors for my position.
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 016
~Hayden’s POV~The dining hall was silent when I stepped in. A maid was in the process of placing the table setting and she bowed to me when she noticed me.“Master Hayden,” the maid said and the title nearly made me jerk up in surprise. Had Vincenzo given them rules to abide by when in my presence?I watched the young girl as she finished straightening the napkins and placing the forks and spoons on them. For breakfast it seemed pretty overkill. “What's the occasion?” I asked her. She froze and her eyes flickered up to me then instantly back down to resume her work.Vincenzo must have warned them to not speak to me too. Just like he’d warned the guards.Even in this peaceful atmosphere this place was still a prison. The feeling of phantom hands over my throat made me swallow.“The Don has visitors. You will be joining him in his room for a meal while his visitors eat here,” she replied in a hushed tone as if someone could hear us.Okay…My mind whirled. What kind of visitors? I had
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 015
~Vincenzo’s POV~The night had long since surrendered to the early pre-dawn gloom when I returned to the mansion. Sleep had been difficult and I had not been able to rest with the thought of the work to be done in my mind. Returning to the study—my sanctum of secrets—the oppressive aroma of aged leather and stale cigar smoke mingled with the sound of my own measured footsteps. I sat before a large mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with ledgers, shipment manifests, surveillance stills, and scribbled notes. The stolen cocaine wasn’t just lost merchandise; it was a gash in the very heart of my empire—a betrayal that had to be avenged.I ran my fingers over the pages of a ledger detailing the shipment’s movements. The numbers were clear, the margins immaculate—until someone had dared to defy the sacred rule of loyalty. I had already sent the three insolent workers to meet their fate, but that was only the beginning. The theft had to be investigated thoroughly. I needed to find who els
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~Hayden's POV~The ride back to Vincenzo’s mansion felt like an eternity. The car was too quiet, the air inside thick and heavy, pressing down on me with each passing second. My mind replayed the scene at the De Luca warehouse over and over—the gunfire, the blood. But most of all, I couldn’t shake the image of Vincenzo, cold and unwavering, as he executed Hector without hesitation.I sat in the passenger seat, my hands gripping the armrest so tightly that my knuckles were white. The silence in the car was suffocating, and I found myself glancing at Vincenzo every few seconds, unable to get a read on him. His expression was unreadable, his focus on the road as he navigated the streets with ease. His silence was worse than any words he could have spoken. It was as though he wasn’t even affected by the violence that had unfolded—like it was something he did every day.I wanted to ask him what he had felt in that moment, what had driven him to pull the trigger so easily. But the fear insi
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,”
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
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
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
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
