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I'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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 082
~Vincenzo’s POV~My siblings and I left the club that night, the weight of alcohol and laughter still lingering in the air as we stepped out onto the dimly lit streets. The cool night breeze hit my face, sobering me slightly, but my thoughts were already drifting elsewhere. I didn’t spare another thought for Margot. To me, she was just another fleeting presence, another name that would eventually fade into the background like so many before her. At least, that’s what I thought. But I had underestimated her persistence. Somehow, she managed to get a hold of me. I don’t know if it was through connections or sheer determination, but she kept finding ways to appear in my orbit. At first, it was subtle—casual encounters at restaurants, bars, and events that felt too coincidental to be chance. Then, she became more direct. She approached me, started conversations, and made it painfully clear that she wasn’t just going to disappear like the others. I ignored her at first. I had no pa
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I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 091
~Jason De Laurentis POV~"Ah! Take it easy, Marcus," I hissed, my breath hitching as his grip tightened around me. Pain lanced through me, sharp and unrelenting. "Why?" Marcus chuckled darkly, his lips curving into a smirk. "You like it when I go rough." Before I could protest, he gave me another hard stroke on my dick, the force making my body tense. A strangled moan escaped my lips, a mixture of pain and reluctant pleasure. "Ah! Yes—" "See? You like it, you little slut," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. Just then, a sharp knock echoed through the room. We froze. My pulse spiked with panic as we scrambled to pull our clothes back on, hurriedly straightening our appearances. The door swung open, and Antonio stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping over us with unmistakable amusement. "Are you two done?" His voice carried a smug undertone, as if he had caught us in the act—because he had. Heat rushed to my face, my ears burning as I avoided his knowing stare.
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 090
~Vincenzo’s POV~Dumas was smart. Too smart. He had been lurking within my family’s operation for years, moving in the shadows, hiding behind false identities and misdirection. But the time for his deception had come to an end. His true identity would finally be revealed, and that moment came sooner than expected. The club was dimly lit, the air thick with the remnants of cigar smoke and whiskey. Bodies were scattered throughout, Mateo cleaning up the mess from earlier, Isabel waiting for my next command. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw Tony striding toward me, his phone in hand. His face was tense, his usual stoic expression edged with something more urgent. "Boss, it's the Espositos," he said, holding out the phone. The name alone was enough to snap my focus to him completely. I took the device from his outstretched hand, pressing it to my ear. "Talk." My voice was firm, controlled, though the tension in my body told another story. On the other end, Sofia's voice was
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 089
Vincenzo’s pov I stood at the top of the grand staircase, my gaze sweeping over the vast living room below. The once-pristine space was now a battlefield, the air thick with the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood. Bullet holes riddled the walls, shattered glass crunched underfoot, and the groans of the wounded filled the heavy silence. At the center of it all lay the remnants of Julio’s men—disarmed, broken, and on their bellies, their faces pressed against the cold marble floor. My soldiers loomed over them, rifles at the ready, waiting for my command. The flickering chandelier above cast eerie shadows, emphasizing their helplessness. I let the silence stretch. Let them stew in their fear.Slowly, I descended the stairs, my footsteps deliberate. My presence alone commanded their attention, their trembling hands betraying the reality of their situation. “Your capo left you here to die.” My voice cut through the quiet like a blade. “While you fought for him, he ran to save h
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 088
~Vincenzo’s pov~The drive back to the safe house was quiet, almost too quiet. Hayden sat beside me, his arms crossed, his gaze locked on the window, watching the darkened streets pass by. He hadn’t spoken a word since we left the hotel, and I wasn’t about to be the first to break the silence.The air between us was charged with something unspoken, a weight neither of us acknowledged. I could still feel the ghost of my fingers on his skin, the way his breath hitched when I had pulled him close. He was getting to me in ways I didn’t like—in ways I didn’t understand.By the time we reached Armano’s safe house, I was grateful for the distraction. As soon as I stepped inside, the men acknowledged my presence with respectful nods."Capo," they greeted, their eyes sharp with anticipation. The safe house was a fortified estate in its own right, tucked away in the outskirts of the city, shielded by thick concrete walls and heavy surveillance. I ignored the pleasantries and went straight t
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 087
~Vincenzo’s POV~I dragged my fingers slowly down Hayden’s back, feeling the way his body reacted beneath my touch. The soft, shuddering breaths, the way his muscles tensed and then relaxed—he was already melting under my hands. A smirk played on my lips as I let my gaze flick toward Margot. She was fuming and it emboldened me further. The chair she was tied to creaked under her desperate attempts to break free. Her wrists strained against the restraints, her knuckles white with the effort. But it was the expression on her face that amused me the most—rage, frustration, and something else she would never admit to. Envy. I leaned down, pressing my lips against Hayden’s throat, feeling his pulse race beneath his skin as I grabbed his dick stroking it. A low sound escaped him, something between a sigh and a moan, and I made sure Margot heard it. “Are you enjoying this?” I murmured, dragging my lips just below his ear, my voice loud enough for her to catch every word. Hayden c
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 086
~Margot Christopher's POV~"You're the most desperate, pathetic woman I've ever known in my entire life, Margot," Vincenzo spat at me. The words hit like a slap across my face, and I could feel the anger rising in me, but I fought it down. His cold, venomous tone only served to remind me of how deep the wound he left on me had gone. But I wasn’t about to let him see how much it affected me. He chuckled, low and dark, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Selling off classified info. That's really low, even for you." His laughter filled the room, and I felt like I was suffocating in it. I’d been the one pulling the strings, controlling everything, but now, sitting here, tied to this chair, it felt like I was the one being played. The anger bubbled inside me, pushing its way through the cracks in my composure. "You know nothing about me," I snapped back at him, my voice fierce. The words were shaky, but I needed him to hear me. I wasn’t the weak woman he wanted me to be. "You'r
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 085
~Vicenzo's POV~The drive back from the old port was tense. The meeting with Sofia had given us the breakthrough we needed, and now, we finally had Margot within our grasp. Hayden sat beside me in the passenger seat, staring out the window with that quiet intensity he always carried when he was deep in thought. The dim glow of streetlights cast shifting shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features. I could tell he was restless. He wanted action. So did I. Armano’s safe house was nestled in a secluded part of the city, a place only a select few knew about. It wasn’t flashy or grand like the De Luca estate—it was practical. High fences, surveillance cameras, reinforced doors. A place meant to hide, regroup, and plan. When we pulled into the driveway, Armano was already waiting for us, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes flickered toward me first, then settled on Hayden. “Took you long enough,” he muttered before stepp
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 084
*Eight years ago, Italy *The night was thick with smoke and the pungent scent of expensive liquor, the streets alive with neon lights and the heavy bass of rap music vibrating through the air. I stood outside Luciano's Lounge, a notorious club that served as more than just a place for nightlife—it was the beating heart of the Luciano mafia’s operations. This was where I needed to be. I adjusted my coat, straightened my shoulders, and let my heels click sharply against the pavement as I approached the entrance. Two guards stood on either side of the club doors, their postures stiff, hands resting against their holsters. Their sharp eyes took me in—long dark hair, tailored dress, unshaken confidence—and yet, I could already see the sneers forming on their lips. “Would you look at that,” one of them muttered, his voice laced with mockery. “She wants to speak to the boss.” His partner chuckled, folding his arms. I didn’t falter. Instead, I leveled them both with a sharp stare.
I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 083
~Margot Christopher's POV~*Eight Years Ago – Hotel Room*He didn’t. He didn’t just leave me here. That bastard—how dare he? I wouldn’t accept this. Not from anyone. My breath came in sharp, ragged inhales as I sat on the cold hotel room floor, my body still trembling from what had just transpired. My hands clenched into fists against my thighs, my nails digging into my skin as anger and humiliation churned inside me. My legs ached, my lips were swollen, and my body bore the marks of his roughness. The pain was there, undeniable, but I pushed it aside. It wasn’t important. None of it mattered—not the bruises, not the soreness, not the fact that my body still throbbed in places I didn’t want to acknowledge. What mattered was that he had walked away from me.I had been lying there for nearly an hour, lost in my own thoughts, trying to make sense of it all. I thought he would stay. I thought he would want to stay. But instead, he had brushed me off like I was nothing. I sucked
