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I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 073
~Vincenzo’s POV~The moment I got Hayden back from his family, a strange intensity settled inside me. It wasn’t just anger or frustration—it was something else. A foreign feeling that clawed at my chest, tight and overwhelming. Relief. The kind that I wasn’t used to. I had gone to my quarters to think, trying to push the sensation away, but it stayed with me like an itch under my skin. He was being checked over by the doctor, but I didn’t have the patience to wait. I wanted him. Needed him. The desire was undeniable. Even though he had been badly hurt, I found myself aching to see him, to feel him, to remind him who he belonged to. I gestured to one of my men. “Fetch him. Now.” Minutes later, Hayden stood before me, his head slightly bowed, his hands clasped together just as I had taught him. His stance was tense, shoulders tight, his body still sore from what he had endured. But he had followed my command. Good.I leaned back in my chair, dragging my gaze over him, watching
Last Updated : 2025-03-20I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 074
~Vicenzo's POV~“Alfonso! Martinez! Get everyone—there’s been an attack at my sister’s house! Get the council on the line, now!”My voice thundered through the house, rattling the very foundation of the estate. A sharp silence followed, the weight of my command pressing down on every man within earshot. And then—movement. Chairs scraped, boots pounded against marble floors, and orders were barked through the echoing halls. But I wasn’t waiting for confirmation. I was already moving. I stormed down the corridor, my pulse a war drum in my ears. Maria. She had called me—her voice sharp with terror, her breathing uneven. And then, before I could demand answers— The line had gone dead. Not static. Not a drop in the signal. Just cut off.That wasn’t an accident. That was a message. Someone had taken her. Someone was about to die for it. I stepped into the foyer, the glow of the grand chandelier spilling over the men assembling before me. Black SUVs lined the driveway, engine
Last Updated : 2025-03-21I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 075
~Vincenzo’s POV~ The moment I stepped into the mansion, the weight of the night pressed down on me. Every instinct screamed that time was slipping through my fingers like sand. Maria was gone. Julio had her. And now, the council wasn’t answering my damn calls. I stormed through the halls, my phone pressed tightly against my ear. Each dial tone only deepened the scowl on my face. “Pick up, dammit,” I muttered under my breath, pacing toward my office. Hayden followed close behind. “Vincenzo,” he started, his voice laced with hesitation. I ignored him, stepping inside my office and shutting the door behind us. My hands clenched into fists as I tried dialing again. Nothing. Hayden wasn’t one to take silence lightly. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded, his tone sharper now. I turned to him, leveling him with a look. “Not now, tesoro.” His eyes flickered with frustration. “Not now? Not now? You dragged me out, threw me into a car, and now we’re back at the mansion l
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~Hayden’s POV~We’d been driving for what felt like hours, the road stretching endlessly ahead of us. Every turn, every flicker of headlights behind us, made my heart race a little faster. We were far away from the mansion now, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were still being watched. Vincenzo’s jaw was set, his grip firm on the steering wheel, eyes never leaving the road. He was the picture of focus, his mind clearly somewhere else, piecing together what had happened. It wasn’t just a hit on the mansion anymore. This was bigger. Julio had made his move, and now Vincenzo was the target—not just for being the head of the De Luca family, but now for something far more dangerous. Murder. I stole a glance at him. He didn’t even seem to care that he was a prime suspect. "Where are we going to go now?" I asked, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between us. My voice came out steady, though inside, my mind was in a constant state of chaos. I wasn’t used to being on th
Last Updated : 2025-03-23I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 077
~Vincenzo’s POV~The club was alive with the deep thump of bass, the flashing of neon lights casting eerie colors across the sea of moving bodies. It reeked of alcohol, sweat, and desperation—the perfect cover for men like the Cobras. This was no ordinary nightclub. It was a front, a place where illicit deals were made in the shadows while unsuspecting partygoers drowned themselves in booze and music. I moved through the entrance with Hayden at my side. The moment we stepped in, I grabbed his wrist firmly, pulling him close. My fingers pressed into his skin, a silent warning. "Stay close," I murmured, my voice low but sharp. "Don’t wander off." I caught the briefest flicker of something in his eyes—defiance, maybe—but he didn’t protest. Instead, he swallowed and nodded, keeping in stride with me. My eyes flickered downward for a split second, catching the way his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something. I looked away before I got distracted. We wove through the c
Last Updated : 2025-03-24I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 078
~Vincenzo’s POV~ "We need to go now," I said hastily, my words cutting through the tension in the room. The energy in the space had shifted, and I could feel it—things were about to get a lot more complicated than I had planned. "But we’ve not gotten what we came here for," Hayden replied, his voice steady but insistent. Typical Hayden—always stubborn, always questioning. It’s part of what kept me on my toes, but in moments like this, it also grated on my nerves. "Come on now, De Luca, we haven’t finished." Jared’s voice slithered through the air like a snake, smooth but dangerous. "You seek to know who this woman is, and if she was with that cunt on the night he died, that means she must know something about our operations. I'm going to need you to tell me where to find her." As he spoke, I could feel his men moving subtly around the room, inching closer. Their movements were calculated, ready to pounce if the situation called for it. The weight of their gazes locked on me, an
Last Updated : 2025-03-25I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 079
~Vincenzo’s pov~The moment my lips crashed against his, Hayden let out a sharp breath, his body trembling against mine. He was angry, frustrated—his little tantrum back at the safehouse had been cute, but this was where I reminded him who was in control. My fingers curled around his throat, not too tight, just enough to feel his pulse race beneath my palm. "You think you can talk to me like that?" I murmured against his lips, my voice low and taunting. "Like you’re the one in charge?" His breath hitched as I pushed him back against the nearest wall, my knee parting his legs. I could see the way his body betrayed him, how he shivered at my touch, how his lips were already swollen from my kiss. Hayden could fight all he wanted, but he always surrendered in the end. "Say it," I ordered, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip. "Tell me who you belong to." His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his pupils blown wide with desire. "You." I smirked. "Good boy." I spun him arou
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~Sofia Esposito's POV~It had been a few days since the attack, but the weight of it still pressed down on my chest like a boulder. My father had been killed, along with nearly everyone that day. The blood, the gunfire, the chaos—it all replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. But there was no time to grieve, no moment to catch my breath. My family’s name, our legacy, now rested on my shoulders, and I couldn’t afford to let it crumble. I had managed to make it out alive, a stroke of luck I didn’t take for granted. But surviving wasn’t enough. I had to lead. I had to keep the Esposito name from being wiped off the map, and that meant taking control—no matter how unsteady I felt inside. These last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Running the family’s operations had never been my role before, but now, it was my responsibility. Every decision I made could be the difference between survival and annihilation. I had no choice but to adapt quickly. The
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Antonio Romano's POV“Goddamn it, Marcus!” I roared, my voice bouncing off the walls as the glass in my hand smashed against the far side of the room. Pieces scattered across the floor, but I didn’t care.Marcus flinched. He had the nerve to stand there like he didn't do everything that caused this goddamn mess.“What the hell were you thinking?” I stepped toward him, jabbing a finger in his direction. “You dimwitted son of a bitch. My instructions were clear—crystal fucking clear. You were supposed to stay away from this operation. Away!”“I—I thought—” he began, trying to find the words, but I cut him off.“You thought?” I shouted. “You thought? Since when do you get paid to think, Marcus? Huh?”“I was just trying to help. I thought maybe—”“I don’t give a shit what you thought!” I snapped. “You don’t get to help. Not when it risks the entire plan I’ve worked on for months.”I turned sharply to Jason, who stood stiff by the door, clearly trying not to make eye contact. “And you, Jas
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Hayden's POVMy heart was thumping, and adrenaline flooded my veins, turning my body into a well-oiled machine of pure alertness. This wasn’t supposed to be how things went. I wasn’t planning on just sitting around and being dragged off. I wasn’t dead yet, and as long as I had breath in my lungs, there was a chance to get out of this.These guys were after me. Alive. That meant I had an advantage.I wasn’t stupid enough to think that they wouldn’t kill me if they needed to. But for now, the orders were clear. Bring me in alive. And if I could outsmart them, I could turn that advantage to my side.I acted fast.Without warning, I ducked low, throwing my free arm across, knocking the gun from his hand. It slid across the floor, skidding out of reach, but I didn’t stop there. I struck hard, punching him in the side as I spun my body and pushed him back. With the momentum, I used my elbow to drive into his chest, knocking him off balance. His grip on me loosened.For a moment, I was in c
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Hayden's POVIt had been about thirty minutes since Vincenzo left. I was still lying in bed, my arms stretched over the sheets, the scent of him lingering faintly on my skin. The room was quiet, except for the sound of my slow breathing.There was a knock on the door earlier, but I didn’t respond. I didn’t feel like talking. Not yet.The sex, no, what we shared was more than just that. It was intense, powerful, almost overwhelming. Like we’d passed some invisible line and neither of us was sure what to do next. Maybe we weren’t meant to do anything. Maybe we were supposed to just feel it and keep going.I dragged my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The floor was cold, the air even colder. I pulled on a pair of black jeans and grabbed a sweater from the chair in the corner. Something simple, soft. It still smelled like the detergent the housekeepers used.As I tugged the sweater over my head, I walked to the mirror and stared at myself. My hair was a mess, sticking up in all di
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Antonio Romano’s POVI pressed my hand against my jaw, trying to ease the throbbing pain. Vincenzo had actually had the nerve to do that. To hit me like that. The fucking cunt. I swallowed the anger that was rising fast in my chest. But I knew that it wasn’t the time to lose control. Not now. Not when I had everything planned so perfectly. One day, Vincenzo De Luca, the most feared Mafia, the one who thought he was untouchable, would be brought down to his knees by me. I would make sure of it.I stared at him, my eyes narrowing as he stood in front of me, waiting for an answer. His posture was calm, but I could see the fire behind his eyes. He had power, no doubt. But I had something more. I had patience, I had strategy, and most of all, I had the advantage. He didn’t realize it yet, but I was already several steps ahead.“So, I’ll ask again, Antonio. Why did you call me out here?” Vincenzo’s voice was smooth, almost casual, but there was an edge to it that made the hairs on the ba
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Vincenzo’s POVI locked the door behind me, pausing just long enough to take one final glance at Hayden. He had already curled up back in the bed, like I didn't just tell to get dressed. The sheets tangled around his waist, his skin marked by my hands, my mouth, my need. There was a look of something fragile on his face, peace, maybe. Or maybe it was the calm before the storm, the kind of calmness I didn’t deserve.I pulled away from the door and shut it, the sound of the lock clicking into place louder than I expected. My footsteps echoed down the hallway as I made my way down the stairs. Every step I took, I felt the weight in my chest grow heavier. My black leather jacket swayed behind me with each stride, the cool material brushing against my thighs like a second skin. I moved with purpose, even if my thoughts were all over the place.Outside, my men were already waiting. Guns loaded, eyes sharp, and the air tense with anticipation. The vehicles were lined up in the courtyard,
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Hayden's POV The words hit me as if it was a bucket of ice water. Moving out? I was so caught up with Vicenzo that I had completely forgotten about my own ordeal, my Father who was trying to use me to get control, my real family's empire, the weight of everything just came crashing down on me once again.My entire body was tense, and I felt my stomach tighten. The heat of the moment was gone and shattered in an instant. Vincenzo, of course, remained unfazed. His face was already a mask of control, the emotion I had seen earlier replaced by the cold, calculating expression I knew so well.He stood up with his hands brushing the front of his pants, wiping away any trace of the intimacy we just had. His gaze never left Alphonso as he spoke, his tone firm but measured. “Gather my men. I want everything prepared first. We're not moving out just yet,”Alphonso nodded, already turning to leave.“Understood.” He paused at the door, then shot a quick glance back toward me. “I’ll handle the
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Hayden’s POVThe room was weirdly silent. It wasn’t just the absence of words, it was something else. Vicenzo stood in front of me, waiting, expecting to say something. I could feel the weight of his fierce look on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I mean he just told me everything, that he killed someone when he was just Fifteen years old, his confession was still echoing in my thoughts and it was pulling me in different directions. He had opened up to me in a way he had never done before, not to anyone, but how could I respond? What could I say?I could feel the tensed air between us, it was like the air crackling with unspoken words. His eyes were still on me, very sharp, but there was something softer in them now, something vulnerable. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face it, but I was standing here just frozen in place, trying to make sense of the chaos inside me.“Why are you so quiet?” Vicenzo’s voice was a bit low. But I could hear the edge in it. He wasn’t used
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Vicenzo's POVThe absolute quietness in the room felt like it stretched on forever. It was thick, oppressive, and heavy, making it hard to breathe. Hayden sat across from me, his hands folded neatly in his lap with his head lowered, eyes focused on the floor as if there was some invisible crack in the wood that held all his attention. His silence was more deafening than any words he could’ve spoken. Just a few minutes ago he was talking. In that moment, I realized how much I needed him to understand everything I had just told him. My chest felt tight, my pulse pounding through my veins. I had bared a piece of my soul to him, and now I could only wait for him to process it.I’d just shared things I hadn’t told anyone—not even my closest associates. The darkness from my childhood, the raw truth of it all. The way that man had taken something from me that I could never get back. And I knew that for Hayden, this wasn’t just some distant story. It was the truth of the man sitting in
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Vincenzo’s POVThe silence between us stretched for longer than I expected.Hayden sat across from me, eyes heavy, like the weight of everything I’d just told him hadn’t settled yet, but was threatening to.I gave him time. He needed it."This whole thing went on for years, without everything happening right under everyone's noses," "I kept quiet to protect my family, to keep my siblings safe from him, and it cost me a lot." I said as I buried my fane in my hands for a second before reversing it.When his gaze finally met mine, it was quiet, uncertain. “You said… it went on for years,” he murmured. “What happened after?”I leaned back slowly in my chair, chest tightening under the weight of memory. “Yeah,” I said, voice lower now. “It did. Five years to be exact.”I was fifteen.By then, I had already mastered the art of silence. I had learned how to walk through the halls of my home without flinching, how to speak to my father like nothing was wrong, how to look Maria in the eye and
