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2025-02-17 23:38:56
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I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   024
~Hayden's POV~The silence in the room felt suffocating. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing through the events of the last day. I held my phone in my hand tightly. In it were several messages from Max. Several ones that I hadnât replied to much less glanced at for more than five seconds.âHey good morning beautiful. How do you find the day? Tell me youâre not busy.ââHayden you must be busy. But let me know when youâre free. I can meet up with you in front of the hotel. Canât wait to spend more time chatting with you. M.ââHayden you havenât replied to any of my messages. Itâs worrying. Nothingâs wrong right? Did I do anything wrong?ââHayden even if we donât hang out please answer my questions. What did I do wrong?âThe last one had hit me like a gut punch as it came in an hour ago. I had been too afraid to stay outside for long and had returned to the suite shortly after a walk down the hallways. If Max somehow caught me I didnât want Vincenzo to know of it. Alrea
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-18I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   025
~Vincenzoâs POV~I got dressed with purpose. The clock read 4am by the time I had given up ideas of rest. My mind moved a mile a minute and the thought that we still hadnât caught Dumas lingered in the back of my mind.Therefore I had left the bed and had a scalding hot shower to ease my muscles. Stepping out of the shower my eyes caught on the reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror. A scratch mark on my shoulder that went all the way down to my upper arm. Turning around, I glanced at the reflection of my back at the mirror and couldnât help but chuckle at the sight of fingernail scratches painting my back with thin red lines.It didnât hurt; were it not for the bathroom mirror I wouldnât have noticed at all.But Hayden was simply a delight. I got dressed quickly, tugging on a clean pair of pants and shirt. I put on my boots and was about to grab my coat when I heard Hayden stir.âWhere are you going?â Hayden softly murmured as though he were still asleep. I turned to glance back at
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-19I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   026
~Hayden's POV~The light from the bedside lamp filtered through the decorative lampshade, casting beautiful swirly shadows across the room. I blinked, slowly waking from a restless nap.Vincenzo had returned hours ago but his thunderous expression was enough to warn me not to go near. While he had his meetings I sequestered myself in the suiteâs room and busied myself with doing anything but going out to find him there.The atmosphere was palpable, even when he wasnât here, and the tension that hung in the air afterward was almost suffocating.Casting a glance to the click that blinked on the bedside table I was surprised to find that the time was already past midnight. 12.17am. That was what the glowing numbers read.No wonder I felt absolutely famished, i idly thoughtThings must not have gone well for Vincenzo wherever he had gone to today. I had some idea that he and his men were after someone specific but hadnât been able to find him.However the lack of information I could get w
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-20I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   027
~Hayden's POV~I swallowed hard. Being involved in the operation felt natural in some ways, but there was also a knot in my stomach. The intimacy between Vincenzo and me hadnât made things easy. His possessiveness and constant watchfulness were wearing me down. It was hard to focus when I knew that he was always watching, always controlling the situation, always keeping me in his grasp."Understood Masâ Don," I said. "When do we leave?"Vincenzo raised a brow at my words. A faint feeling of embarrassment filled me and I looked away and glanced at Faye."Now.,â Faye replied to me. She blinked slowly and I could see questions in her mind regarding me. âThe auction begins in two hours. Weâll head out early to scope the place and make sure thereâs no ambush this time. Weâll need to be fast too."I wasnât sure what to expect when we left. Vincenzo only gave orders for Faye and I to keep our comms open and always stay alert. I could see the warning in his eyes as I left, walking beside Faye
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-20I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   028
~Vincenzo's POV~The sharp buzz of my phone shattered the silence of the room. I didnât need to look at the screen to know it was Fate. Her voice, urgent and clipped, confirmed my suspicion."Don Vincenzo, we have a problem," she said. Her words were rapid, rushed, almost breathless. "Dumas set us up. We were ambushed."Every muscle in my body tensed at her words. Dumas had outsmarted us. The bastard had known we were coming."Where are you? What happened?" I demanded, my voice low and tight with tension.âWeâre fine, but weâre being followed. We need to get out of here. They knew we were coming, how are they doing it?â Fayeâs voice was strained, yet I could still hear the calm beneath itâshe was one of the few who never let panic seep into her tone.I slammed the phone down on my desk, my mind already calculating the risks. I didnât waste another second as I bolted for the door. Fury was etched into every fiber of my being and I had to clench my hands into fists to stop them from tre
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-20I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   029
~Haydenâs POV~I wondered what had gotten into Vincenzo today as I pulled the shirt off my body. I had just had a shower and now was trying to decide what would be a fitting piece of clothing to wear going out with the De Luca Capo.Not that I was trying to impress him, I thought with a mild grumble as I reached for the royal blue button down. It was rather that Vincenzo would likely disapprove if I embarrassed him because of how I looked. I glanced at my reflection and decided that the shirt would do.I was on a mission you see. It was a mission that required a delicate touch. Something I hadnât been doing before. Now that Vincenzo had given me a chance to work alongside his men I wouldnât waste that opportunity. But I had to make sure to keep him as happy as possible so that opportunity wouldnât slip from my hands. The sound of my phone vibrating caught my attention and I picked it up curiously. Iâd never received a call from this phone which Vincenzo had given to me.I doubted an
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-21I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   030
~Vincenzoâs POV~I was silent through the drive back to the hotel. Hayden looked like a deer in headlights when I had informed him we would be leaving Paris. But I didnât care. What feeling burned through me with a searing heat was FURY.I left Hayden in the car as we reached the hotel and stormed up to the front doors. My quick strides and glare prevented anyone who saw me coming from standing in my way. As soon as the elevator opened other guests of the hotel parted like the Red Sea not going into it after I had situated myself in it.I felt like punching someone. Blood rushed through my ears and pumped in my veins so loudly that it over took every sane thought I had.Who had it been? Had it been Nadia? Bernito?One of my own people?A smaller sane part of my mind knew that this was inevitable.But it didnât change things.Swiftly I began the task of packing. It was the only action I could undertake without strangling someone.âMaster.âHaydenâs soft voice stopped me and I turned sl
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-22I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   032
~Haydenâs POV~My body ACHED.Everything that Vincenzo had done to me last night lingered in the back of my mind like a dark nightmare that was difficult to wake up from.Why had I not fought him? I decided not to think too much about that either and turned on the tap to wash my face. The water was warm and comfortable. By the time I finished washing my face however, the door suddenly opened and startled me from my meditative state.âHayden.âMy lips fell open as I stared at Vincenzoâs reflection through the bathroom mirror. He had come after me. Why?I had little space for my own thoughts and agency in Vincenzoâs world. But even with him owning me, I knew that he definitely saw other men and women. And I was aware of every excruciating second that the flight attendant spent flirting with him.Call it jealousy or frustration. But I had left to give them both some space.So what on earth did this mean?The bathroom was barely big enough for one person, yet somehow, with Vincenzo standi
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I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   066
~Haydenâs POV~I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers tapping against my palm in frustration. My thoughts were spiraling, tangled in a mess I couldnât seem to unravel. Vincenzo was going to get married. Married. And me? What did that mean for me? Did I even matter? Or was I just some temporary plaything heâd discard now that a wife had been chosen for him? My chest tightened at the thought. The idea of being tossed aside like I was nothing made my stomach churn. Iâd known all along that I was at his mercy, but thisâthis felt like a slap to the face. A reminder that no matter what happened between us, no matter how much control he had over me, in the grand scheme of things, I was nothing. Just a body. Just a toy for him to use until he got bored. I shook my head. No. I needed answers. I needed to hear it from his mouth. I needed him to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly where I stood. I stormed out of my room, my feet carrying me down the long, dimly lit hallways of t
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   065
~Vincenzoâs POV~The weight of the night still hung over me, a dull irritation lingering in my chest. Hayden had been testing my patience earlier, pushing boundaries he wasnât supposed to cross. His little act of defiance had stirred something in meâsomething dark, something restless. I needed a release. There was only one place to go when I wanted to forget, even for a few hoursâthe club. Not just any club, but one of the wildest in town. A place where alcohol flowed freely, where bodies moved in an intoxicating rhythm, and where I could lose myself in the chaos. As soon as I walked through the doors, the heavy bass of the music vibrated through my bones. Neon lights flickered, cutting through the dim haze of cigarette smoke and expensive perfume. The crowd was aliveâdancing, drinking, indulging in the nightâs pleasures. This was exactly what I needed. I made my way straight to the bar, ordering whiskey without bothering to look at the bartender. Within seconds, the glass was
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 Lucaâfeared 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 othersâmy uncle Federico, Maria De Luca, and the other council membersâspoke in hushed yet firm voices about the wedding preparations, discussing everything as if I wasnât 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
~Haydenâs 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 membersâan amalgamation of different familiesâfilled 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 shouldnât be here, should be looking for a way out, but the thought of leavingâof facing whatever was out there, with him so volatileâmade me hesitate. A flicker of concern gnawed at me. There had been something different about him earlier, something I couldnât quite place. A shift in his mood, like a storm brewing just beneath the surfac
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   061
~Vincenzoâs 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 himâwaiting, 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 entirelyâsomething 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 Iâd set. But now, in my space, under my c
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   060
~Vincenzoâs 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 wasnât orchestrating a complete takeover of my authority. Maria, on the other hand, looked amusedâlike she was waiting for me to explode. And then there was Nadia, sitting across from me, the woman theyâd 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
~Vincenzoâs 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 desperateâwhen he realized there was nowhere to run, no one to save him. The fear in his eyes, the way his body surrendered despite his protestsâĶ 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 menâdisciplined, 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. "Sheâs 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 Haydenâs 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 remainedâa 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, Iâ" "You freed Max," I continued, stepping closer until our faces were mere inches apart. "And you ran away with him. Youâre 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
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