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I'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
Last Updated : 2025-03-22I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 076
~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
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~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
Last Updated : 2025-03-25I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 080
~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
Last Updated : 2025-03-25I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 081
~Vincenzo POV~I walked off, heading back to the car where Hayden was seated, waiting for me. For some reason, I didn’t want him to meet Sofia. I couldn’t even explain why—it wasn’t about trust, not entirely, at least. Maybe it was just a gut feeling, an instinct I couldn’t shake. I opened the driver’s seat and slid in, letting out a slow exhale. "How’d it go?" Hayden’s voice snapped me back to reality. I glanced at him briefly before gripping the steering wheel. "She was my girlfriend," I said, deciding to tell him the truth. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "What?" His tone carried unmistakable surprise. "It was eight years ago," I began, shifting my gaze forward as memories started to surface—memories I hadn’t revisited in years. ---**Eight Years Ago** "Cheers!" Our voices echoed through the dimly lit bar, the clinking of glasses ringing through the space as we celebrated. The round table was packed with bottles, some half-empty, others untouched, bu
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I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 104
Vincenzo’s POVNineteen Years Ago The sound of two glass clinking echoed in the room, low and steady like a clock that was clicking. I sat straight, legs swinging on the leather armchair in Father's study, the smell of cigarette smoke weaving through the air like something was alive. It coiled around the heavy curtains, soaked into the floor and lingered in the edges of my sleeves.I sat still and quiet with my hands folded in my lap like Father had taught me, listening to the grown ups speak like I wasn’t even present. Father was now on his fourth drink or maybe fifth, and his voice had grown even louder and rougher and it was even more animated. He was laughing with a man I didn’t know very well. It was his friend. And a member of the council. Father never let me attend any meetings formally, he only lets me stick around the corner listening in on their conversations. The man’s name was Mariano Bellucci. He had a gold in his beard and a stiffness in his eyes that I didn’t yet kn
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Vincenzo’s POVThe absolute quietness in my bedroom sat heavily between us, and for the first time ever, I didn’t know how to break it with my aura or control. Hayden stood by the window staring at God knows what, his arms folded, his face still covered with question marks and confusion. He didn’t say a single word, but I could feel the weight of his stare piercing on my back.I hated it so much. Not the silence, but how much it demanded from me. Like he was waiting for something true. And just maybe, for once ever, I actually owed him that.“Take a seat,” I said with a hushed voice as I gestured toward the armchair across from where I was sitting on the edge of the bed.He barely turned to look at me. No disagreement of any sort. No usual sarcasm. Just plain worry. He crossed over the room slowly with his eyes never leaving mine and sank into the chair.“I told you I would explain,” I said as I began rubbing the back of my neck. “Why I am the way I am. You deserve to know the real re
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 102
Hayden's POVI stayed there in the dim light of the room with the weight of everything just pressing down on me. Vincenzo and I, what we had just shared was something raw, something that should’ve made me feel even more certain of what we were, but the lingering confusion can't seem to leave me. My mind just kept circling back to the conversation I had overheard. The same one that had planted a seed of doubt in me.I stared at Vincenzo, who was still catching his breath beside me. He wasn’t even looking at me. His attention was elsewhere, a slight smile still playing on his lips from our time together, but it didn’t stop the questions from swimming in my mind."Vincenzo," I started with my voice quieter than usual. The hesitation that was in my words didn’t feel right, but it was still there anyway. "I overheard something that night that I need to know if it’s true."He twisted his head very slowly, giving me his full blown attention. His brow arched with curiosity, but he showed no
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Vincenzo’s POVThe door shut behind me with a low, final click. That sound alone sent a pulse straight to my dick. The room was dim, lit only by the warm glow of the chandelier above, casting shadows across the racks of tools, toys, cuffs, ropes, and the black leather bench that sat in the middle of it all like a throne. This was our room. And now, finally, he was in it.Hayden stood by the wall, looking around, his breathing unsteady but his stance steady. His eyes darted to the cuffs hanging near the bed and then back at me. I could see the hesitation in him, but also the spark—that curiosity, that hunger. That need to be fucked senseless and owned.“You really wanna do this?” I asked, my voice low, gravelly.He looked at me, nodded slowly. “I want you to take control… show me what that really means.”I walked toward him, the sound of my steps echoing in the stillness. I reached him in two strides, grabbed his jaw in my hand, forcing him to look up into my eyes. “You sure about that
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Vincenzo’s POVSuch a fucking pain in my ass. Hayden. That’s what he is a pain in my ass. Always taking off whenever he feels like it, like this is some kind of game. I swear I’ve misplaced my dominance over him somehow. That’s the only reason he would keep pulling this bullshit.I paced back and forth in my quarters, running my hand through my hair my jaw clenched tight. I glanced at the bottle of whiskey on the table, I could use a drink right about now but for some reason, I wasn't getting the urge for ut.I had already gotten the call, my men had found him. Good. He will answer for this. I can’t have him just running off whenever his feelings get hurt, or whenever he feels like it. No, that’s not how this works.The conversation I had with his father earlier still lingered in my head. That bastard didn’t even hesitate when he said it, he wanted to use Hayden, to manipulate to take down his uncle, to turn him into some kind of pawn to gain control over his family's power and money
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Vincenzo's POVI lay with my back on the bed and my sight pointed at the ceiling, letting my thoughts drift through the events of the last few hours. The intense moments with Hayden still replayed in my mind, and the feeling of his body against mine, the way he responded to me, it was everything. I thought about the way his body moved, and how he submitted to me, how he felt under my touch. Even now, just thinking about it made my body react. I could feel my cock stirring, remembering every detail of our connection.I turned my head and glanced over at Hayden. His eyes were open for a second, but then, just as soon as he noticed I was looking at him, he quickly shut them. I caught that little movement, but he didn’t know that I did. I chuckled to myself quietly."I know you're awake." I said chuckling as I adjusted my position.You seem awfully quiet, Hayden" I said softly with my voice low as I turned over to face him fully.He didn’t respond right away, which only made me even more
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 098
Hayden's POVI paced around the room, the low soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet were doing nothing to ease the knot twisting tighter in my stomach. Vicenzo and my father had gone into his study to speak privately, leaving me here, lost in my own head, and now I was stuck here, left to wonder what they were talking about. The silence in the room pressed down on me like a weight, and all I could do was move in circles, lost in my own thoughts.What if they were plotting something? My father, well my adoptive father has always been a manipulative man, he had this way of getting into people's head with words. My mind raced, filling with doubt and suspicion. Vincenzo had been distant since we’d arrived, but I thought we had something. Or maybe it was all in my head. I needed to clear my mind. I couldn’t just stand here any longer, so I decided to go for a walk. Maybe the fresh air would help, maybe it would give me the clarity I so desperately needed right now. As I stepped ou
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Vincenzo's POV The heavy wooden door closed behind me with a soft thud, and I found myself facing Antonio across a grand mahogany desk. His study was a picture of wealth and power, framed portraits of ancestors lining the walls and rich tapestries hanging with meticulous care. Yet none of this felt significant at the moment. Not with the weight of his words looming ahead, and certainly not with Hayden still lingering in my mind, his uncertainty, his confusion. I tried to focus on Antonio, but the tension in the air was palpable. It seemed as though the world had shrunk to the two of us, seated in this room, the past and future tangled in the thickening air between us. I crossed my arms and leaned back slightly, forcing myself to hold eye contact as Antonio spoke. “Okay, now that we're alone, we can talk about this a bit more freely,” he began, with his voice calm, almost soothing, but I could hear the quiet arrogance beneath it. He wasn’t just telling me facts. No, he was setting t
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Vincenzo’s pov My arrival was nothing short of inevitable, like the aftermath of a raging storm. My convoy swept through the streets, cutting through the peace of the city's surrounding roads like a sharp blade was cutting through silk. It wasn’t just my sleek vehicles that caused the stir, but the sheer force of my presence. I didn’t need to say a word—my reputation already filled the air, settling like an invisible weight over everything and everyone. Even before I stepped out of the car, the tension was palpable. Antonio’s estate was right ahead, a grand structure that could have easily been mistaken for a fortress. But I was not intimidated by appearances. I don't get intimidated. I usually do the intimidating. The closer I got, the more the security gates seemed to decrease in importance. My men, loyal and precise, moved with efficiency, anticipating my every move. Antonio’s men were already positioned to block our path as they neared the mansion. My very gaze, cold and steady
