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I'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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-27I'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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-28I'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.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01I'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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02I'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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02I'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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03I'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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03I'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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03
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Hayden’s POVThe room felt still, like the walls were holding their breath. I stood in the middle of my father’s study, the photograph of my parents still on the desk, the weight of everything pressing down on me. The scent of old leather and wood lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a memory I never got to make.I stared at the ring on my finger, the Romano crest catching the soft glow of the lamp, and tried to convince myself this was real. That this was mine now. That I belonged here.But then I heard the door creak open behind me.I didn’t need to turn. I felt it. His presence filled the room like smoke. Cold and familiar.“Hayden.”His voice was low, a little rougher than usual. I turned slowly to see Vincenzo standing there in the doorway, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his eyes locked on me like he’d been watching from the shadows for hours.“You found it,” he said, stepping inside. “T
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Hayden’s POV Two Weeks Ago The rain poured down, thick and relentless, soaking Me to the bone as he walked through the dark, buzzing streets of Miami. My shoes splashed through puddles, the cold biting at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. My mind was a whirl of disbelief and horror while my heart dragged against the weight of what I had just found out from Antonio, that he wasn't my true father. My real parents were murdered by my uncle. He killed them. He killed my parents. My heart still throbbed from the pain, the weight of the truth heavy on my shoulders. There were so many questions. I stopped walking for a moment, standing still under the flickering streetlight. The rain had only grown worse, but it wasn’t the cold that froze me now. It was the truth. A car’s headlights blinked in the distance, cutting through the rain,
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Hayden’s POVThe metallic scent of blood clung to the air like smoke after a fire. My hands were shaking, warm and stained red. The gun—still clutched tight between my fingers—felt heavier than ever. I didn’t hear anything at first. Not the rain outside, not the murmurs around me. Just silence, broken only by the echo of that final gunshot still ringing in my ears. Antonio’s body was sprawled on the cold marble floor behind me, lifeless. A smear of crimson trailed beneath his head, pooling slowly. I turned around and looked at him one last time. His mouth was slightly open, eyes blank, still wearing the same smug expression I’d hated since I was a boy. Only now it was frozen in death. I stepped forward. My boots left red prints on the floor. A few of Antonio’s guards stood at the base of the stairs, frozen, unsure of what to do. Their rifles lowered. They looked at me—not with hatred, not with vengeance—but something closer to… respect.
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Hayden’s POVThe sound of the door slamming behind Antonio echoed in my ears. I was alone now. My hands were bound, but the ropes didn’t feel tight enough to keep me from escaping. I could feel the anger building up inside me. He thought he had me cornered. But he didn’t know me like Vincenzo did.The minutes dragged by, but I knew I had to act. I wasn’t going to wait for him to come back. I wasn’t going to wait to die. I was going to make my move.My heart was pounding in my chest as I struggled against the ropes. It took everything I had to break free. My wrists were raw, but I managed to loosen the knots just enough to slip my hands out. I looked around the room for something I could use. There, just behind the door, lay one of the guards. The gun was close. Too close.With a swift movement, I grabbed it, holding the cold metal in my hand. The feeling of power was fleeting but satisfying. I could feel my pulse quicken as I stood and crept
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Hayden’s POVThese two idiots. They really thought they could double-cross Vincenzo. As if they’d ever stand a chance. And now? Now he was coming for them, and they knew it.Antonio’s face went pale as he slammed a trembling hand on the table. “How is that even possible?” His voice cracked halfway through the question.“It—it must’ve been deactivated,” Jason stammered, eyes darting back and forth. “They must have a hacker on their side. The men we sent to infiltrate the safehouse where Vincenzo was hiding… they’re all dead.”He didn’t even say it like a report. More like a confession. His voice was hollow, full of horror. He sounded like he’d seen the devil himself.I laughed under my breath, but it came out dry and bitter. These fools had no clue what kind of monster they poked.“Jason, you son of a bitch!” Antonio roared, charging at him. He slapped him so hard, Jason was thrown to the floor, crashing into a chair on the way do
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Antonio's POVAh, the sweet smell of victory. I'd finally done it. I’d cornered Vincenzo De Luca, made him vulnerable, and now, Hayden was the key to everything. His pain, his suffering, everything had led to this. I could almost taste the power I was about to take.I turned back to look at him, hanging by chains from the ceiling, his body swaying slightly, exhausted and drained. A pathetic sight. I couldn't help but chuckle."Oof, are you falling asleep, Hayden? Don't pass out just yet. I still need you," I said, walking up to him, slapping his cheek lightly, just enough to make him stir. Hayden’s head rolled back slightly as his eyes fluttered open, his voice thick and slurred. "Screw you, Antonio," he muttered, like he was half-drunk, the words slurring together.I raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. "That's no way to talk to your father, now is it?" I clucked my tongue, shaking my head. "I thought I raised you better than that." I stepped forward, smirking. Hayden’s eyes narrow
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Vincenzo's POV"Can someone trace that call now?" I shouted, my voice echoing through the underground facility."Yes, boss. Right away," one of the techs responded, already typing furiously on his keyboard.I paced back and forth, the concrete floor beneath my feet doing little to ground the storm brewing inside me. Antonio had made his move sooner than expected, and now Hayden was missing. I had anticipated betrayal, but not this swiftly. The fact that Hayden was being held in an undisclosed location only added fuel to the fire."Check every security footage, every street camera. I want to know when and where Hayden was taken," I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument."Understood, sir," another team member replied, already pulling up feeds from various cameras around the city.It had been a few hours since I learned about the hit on Hayden. We found what was left of my men—loyal soldiers, now lifeless bodies strewn across the streets. Antonio would pay dearly for this."Any
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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
