Semua Bab I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo: Bab 101 - Bab 110

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

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

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

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

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