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~Vincenzo’s POV~Dumas was dead, the mess was cleaned up, and Maria was safe. It felt like a strange kind of peace settled over me, one I wasn't sure I deserved but would gladly take. Everything had gone according to plan. There was no room for error, not in my world. The sense of finality, of closure, was almost comforting. And yet, something gnawed at the back of my mind—a sharp, quiet feeling that this was just another beginning.I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. I’d heard about Margot’s death. The news had come in swiftly, almost too quickly, as though the universe had been waiting to deliver its justice. Margot had poisoned herself after hearing about Luciano’s fate. Part of me couldn’t find the sympathy I should have felt. She’d known no one would come to her rescue—not after everything that happened. But still, the grim satisfaction of knowing she had made her own end didn’t make the sting of her loss any easier. Preparations were made
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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
Last Updated : 2025-04-07I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 097
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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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
Last Updated : 2025-04-08I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo 099
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
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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 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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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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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
