Semua Bab I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo: Bab 111 - Bab 116

Hayden's POVIt had been about thirty minutes since Vincenzo left. I was still lying in bed, my arms stretched over the sheets, the scent of him lingering faintly on my skin. The room was quiet, except for the sound of my slow breathing.There was a knock on the door earlier, but I didn’t respond. I didn’t feel like talking. Not yet.The sex, no, what we shared was more than just that. It was intense, powerful, almost overwhelming. Like we’d passed some invisible line and neither of us was sure what to do next. Maybe we weren’t meant to do anything. Maybe we were supposed to just feel it and keep going.I dragged my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The floor was cold, the air even colder. I pulled on a pair of black jeans and grabbed a sweater from the chair in the corner. Something simple, soft. It still smelled like the detergent the housekeepers used.As I tugged the sweater over my head, I walked to the mirror and stared at myself. My hair was a mess, sticking up in all di

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

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