All Chapters of I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

~Vincenzo’s POV~The mansion loomed in silence as I stepped into my bedroom, the familiar scent of leather and cedar filling the expansive space. The place was still, save for the quiet hum of the old house that had borne witness to so much over the years—the deals, the betrayals, the victories, and the losses. My footsteps echoed through the grand foyer as I made my way to the staircase, but my mind was elsewhere. My thoughts were tangled in the aftermath of the meeting with Maria, the conversation we had had about the future, about the family, and about the responsibilities that weighed heavy on me. But tonight, I had other matters to settle.I had ordered for Hayden to be brought to my room. His defiance—his blatant disregard for my authority—had forced my hand. I wasn’t the kind of man who took insubordination lightly, and Hayden needed to learn that lesson in full.The weight of the day clung to me, and I wanted to shake it off before I dealt with him. I had spent hours in that m

~Vincenzo’s POV~The warehouse meeting had not gone well. The council were upset and so was I. The news of the De Luca mafia shipments being stolen was one thing but the fact that it happened so suddenly had settled in the pit of my stomach like a stone, a constant reminder that there were threats within my own ranks, lurking in the shadows. It had been a day since the council meeting, and the investigation had barely begun to scratch the surface, but I already felt the weight of its outcome. There was something personal about this betrayal—it wasn’t just stolen goods; it was a breach of trust that could unravel everything I had worked for.The council were already on my neck for my ‘indiscretions’ as they liked to put it. If any mistakes were made, it could affect my position as a Don and my place in the hierarchy of my family.The sound of my phone vibrating against the glass table broke the silence in my office, and I reached for it without hesitation. It was Miguel.“Talk to me,”

~Vincenzo’s POV~The night had long since surrendered to the early pre-dawn gloom when I returned to the mansion. Sleep had been difficult and I had not been able to rest with the thought of the work to be done in my mind. Returning to the study—my sanctum of secrets—the oppressive aroma of aged leather and stale cigar smoke mingled with the sound of my own measured footsteps. I sat before a large mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with ledgers, shipment manifests, surveillance stills, and scribbled notes. The stolen cocaine wasn’t just lost merchandise; it was a gash in the very heart of my empire—a betrayal that had to be avenged.I ran my fingers over the pages of a ledger detailing the shipment’s movements. The numbers were clear, the margins immaculate—until someone had dared to defy the sacred rule of loyalty. I had already sent the three insolent workers to meet their fate, but that was only the beginning. The theft had to be investigated thoroughly. I needed to find who els

~Vincenzo's POV~The air in the mansion felt thick with unease. I could feel it, that prickle at the back of my neck—the kind of sensation that tells you something is about to go wrong. It was early in the morning but Tony had called for a reason. There was something he had found relating to who was spying on us. And I suspected it was someone in our own mafia.I buttoned up my shirt. As I raised my hand, my eyes became fixed on the scar hidden underneath the dark tattoo on my arm.I pulled down my shirt sleeves and covered it completely, using gold cuffs that had my initials on them. It was a oresentgrin one. My cousins who handled European missions for the council.Everyone in my family respected me because I was the one who always stepped up to solve problems in the De Luca Mafia. In that way I grew my support and now held the highest ranking position. But as much as I was the Capo of the De Luca Mafia, my role wasn’t cemented yet. Not when I still had competitors for my position.