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2025-02-22 17:40:29
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I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   033
~Hayden's POV~ The morning light streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, bathing the room in soft golden hues. I woke up in the luxurious bed, the satin sheets tangled around my legs, my head resting on the plush pillow, and for a moment, I felt like I was in a dream. Despite it being a prison I could admit the room was lavish, more than even the luxury hotel suite had been in Paris. I lay still for a few moments, taking in the beauty of it all, letting the calmness of the morning sink in. It was hard to shake the feeling that this wasnât my life. Usually my day started with tense moments that painted the rest of my day as so. But Vincenzo had somehow spared me from that fate today. I laid in bed a few more minutes before slowly sitting up. What was Vincenzo up to? I decided it would be best for me to find out for myself. After a quick shower and outfit change, I rubbed the towel over my damp hair to dry it a little before I tossed it in the laundry h
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-23I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   034
Hayden POV~The night outside was thick with humid heat as Vincenzoâs sleek black car glided through neon-lit streets. I sat in the passenger seat, my heart still pounding in my ears, every flash of streetlight a reminder of the chaos weâd just left behind at the club. Vincenzo, cool as ever, drove with unwavering focus. His eyes were fixed ahead, not betraying even a flicker of emotion, while I struggled to process the wild events that had unfolded only hours before.Silence filled the car, heavy and tense. I stole glances at him in the rearview mirror. The club had been a maelstrom of lust, danger, and indulgenceâa stark contrast to the controlled storm brewing inside Vincenzo. Yet here he was, calm and unflappable, lighting a cigarette with a deliberate precision that both calmed and unnerved me. As the smoke curled around his chiseled face, I felt a mixture of longing and dread. His ability to remain so composed amid chaos was one of the things that both drew me to him and terrifi
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-24I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   035
~Vincenzo's POV~It was past 9 in the morning and the house was still.The sun streamed through my living room towering windows, casting golden streaks across the marble floors. I stood near the glass, sipping my morning espresso, my mind a battlefield of thoughts. The night before had been wildâreckless, even. But the chaos, the indulgence, the violence, they were all part of who he was. And Hayden? Hayden had witnessed it all.Haydenâs presence made itself known to me at the back of my mind. I could hear the gentle tap of his footsteps as he moved down the stairs. I didnât turn. I didnât have to. I could feel Haydenâs gaze on his backâconflicted, unsure, but still present.âGood morning Master.âI took another sip of my espresso, my expression impassive.âCome.âMy orders were obeyed by him instantly and I smirked inwardly at how easy it was becoming to train him. Once he was fully broke in he wouldnât be able to lift a finger without asking me for permission. He wouldnât breathe wi
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-24I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   036
~Vincenzo's POV~ It was past 9 in the morning and the house was still. The sun streamed through my living room towering windows, casting golden streaks across the marble floors. I stood near the glass, sipping my morning espresso, my mind a battlefield of thoughts. The night before had been wildâreckless, even. But the chaos, the indulgence, the violence, they were all part of who he was. And Hayden? Hayden had witnessed it all. Haydenâs presence made itself known to me at the back of my mind. I could hear the gentle tap of his footsteps as he moved down the stairs. I didnât turn. I didnât have to. I could feel Haydenâs gaze on his backâconflicted, unsure, but still present. âGood morning Master.â I took another sip of my espresso, my expression impassive. âCome.â My orders were obeyed by him instantly and I smirked inwardly at how easy it was becoming to train him. Once he was fully broke in he wouldnât be able to lift a finger without asking me for permission. He wouldnât br
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-25I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   037
~Vincenzo's POV~Four hours ago:I walked into the dimly lit hotel suite, the glow from the warm lighting illuminating the way as footsteps resounded through the room.âDon Vincenzo. Iâm glad you could take time out of your busy day to see me. Not that I had a choice,â the gravelly voice always was a shock to people. Lucas Everton was a young man and barely at 25, he had a genetic condition that caused his vocal cord to require surgery. Even with the reconstructive surgery and learning to speak again things were never going to be the same with him.Lucas appeared from the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and dress pants. His hair appeared damp. Though he had pretty features he wasnât my type. Perhaps it was the voice. There was a time people thought we were fucking. But it never happened.âThe council never contacts me unless it is necessary. They hate me even more than they hate dealing with you,â he spoke as he bowed. I took my place on the armchair while he pulled a bottle of whiskey fro
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   038
~Haydenâs POV~The weight of his gaze rested heavily against my skin as I stood trying to control my breathing at the sound of his words. âIâm not up to anything Master,â I shifted. I had managed to hide my jacket, the jams and pastries and even my boots with dusty soles. All were in the closet at the furthest corner I could shove them in. Basically anything that could betray my position and activities to Vincenzo was hidden.âYour phone. Where is it?â He asked so suddenly that I thought he had misspoke. Feeling my heart pounding through my ribcage I swallowed and pulled it out of my pocket to hand it to him.âUnlock it.âHis eyes pierced through mine as I took the phone back to do just that and he snatched it away before I could do anything else. I waited with bated breath.Vincenzo wasnât going to find anything. Not about Laura or Max. Or any of the notes Iâd taken on him. I knew that. Because Iâd taken precautions to hide it using the most powerful encrypted apps that money could
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   039
~Vincenzoâs POV~The weight of the night pressed heavily against my skin as I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the foyer, staring out into the darkness. Streetlights lights flickered in the distance, painting the skyline with streaks of blue and white. The view was breathtaking, but I wasnât paying attention to it. Not really. Behind me, Hayden was sprawled across the couch, one leg tucked under him, idly flipping through a book he had picked up from the library. He was pretending to read, but I could feel his gaze drifting to me every few minutes. He was getting used to the way my moods shiftedâwhen I was distant, when I was brooding, when something was about to set me off. It was a day after Iâd spoken to Lucas and yet my mind refused to settle.I took a slow sip of whiskey, letting the burn chase away the irritation curling at the edges of my mind. It was rare to have nights like thisâpeaceful, uninterrupted. No business, no blood, no council breathing down my neck. T
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo   040
~Haydenâs POV~The house was in a different mood now.A few hours had passed since the supposed council meeting. It was daytime now, just early in the morning and the tension in the air hadnât yet lifted.I sighed to myself as I busied myself with doing nothing really. I had been left to my own devices for once. I had to find out that Vincenzo would be heading to Italy through Alphonso who was handling the move with expert ease. Which meant that Iâd likely be going with him.It didnât change my plans. But it did make things difficult. Or rather, unpredictable.Vincenzo had been quiet since, locked away in his study, making calls, going over plans I couldnât tell exactly what they were. I could feel his restlessness, but he wasnât letting it show. Not directly, anyway. I sat on a couch in the never used theater room, flicking through the channels on the TV, but I couldnât really focus on anything. My mind kept wandering, the echoes of the night lingering in my thoughts. What Vincenz
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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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