All Chapters of I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Hayden’s POV~“Has he really screwed with your mind this much then? That you can’t believe me no matter how much I say that I innocent?” Max’s words echoed in me long after he’d said it. His quiet reassurance had stirred something deep inside me—I’d always believed in redemption, in second chances. Wasn’t it time to extend that belief, even if it means challenging Vincenzo? The thought was dangerous. Vincenzo was a force of nature, his wrath legendary. But what was a man like me, who dared to hope for goodness, supposed to do in the face of such ruthless power? I stared at the look in Max’s eyes—a mixture of terror and quiet resignation. I could not let him be sacrificed on the altar of Vincenzo’s paranoia.Max is innocent, I thought repeatedly. He doesn’t deserve to die for something he never did.That conviction began to steady my racing heart.The decision made me feel both brave and terrified—a dangerous mix, but one that was better than standing by as another innocent soul s

~Hayden’s POV~I awoke to darkness and the taste of stale air in my mouth. My head throbbed, each pulse a cruel reminder of the blow I’d taken in the parking lot. I struggled to focus, my vision blurry as if I were looking through a thick fog. My body felt heavy and unresponsive, and when I tried to move, I realized I was bound tightly against a cold, hard steel pipe. The rough metal pressed into my skin, and I could feel the chill seeping through my clothes. My surroundings were disorienting—a narrow, tunnel-like passage with walls that seemed to close in around me. The only light came from a dim overhead bulb flickering intermittently, casting jagged shadows that danced across the concrete floor. I tried to recall how I had ended up here, but fragments of memory scattered like broken glass. I remembered the sound of a heavy impact, the echo of a strike, and then a plunge into darkness. Struggling to collect my thoughts, I forced my eyes open wider, focusing on my restraints and

Hayden’s POVClick.Click.The repetitiveness of that sound was what brought me back to reality. My eyes hurt. Lie.Every part of my body fucking hurt. I groaned softly as I laid on the hard ground listening to the sounds around me as I tried to regain myself.It was a miracle. A miracle that I even fucking survived whatever Max had intended for me.A miracle that I had managed to undo the bindings in time.Suddenly the sounds of sirens filled my ears and I winced as the back of my head felt envy. Groaning as I sat up, my vision blurred a little.Realization filled me as the siren sounds moved closer and closer.I had to leave.Stumbling to my feet I began to move in whatever direction I was facing. I didn’t care how I looked or where I was going as long as the police or whoever was coming didn’t find me here.The night was cold and more than once I shivered as a cool breeze hit my body. My breaths came out in heavy pants and I nearly thought my body would give out from fatigue. But

~Vincenzo's POV~I locked the door behind me with a sharp click, sealing us inside. The air in the room was thick with tension, and the only sound was Hayden’s unsteady breathing. He stood stiffly, his face bruised and swollen, a testament to the consequences of his actions. Yet, even through the damage, his beauty remained—a twisted contradiction to the betrayal that burned in my chest. I took a step forward, watching him flinch as my presence loomed over him. His reaction sent a rush of satisfaction through me. He should be scared. "You betrayed me." My voice was calm, but the weight of my words sent a shiver through him. Hayden swallowed hard. "Master, I—" "You freed Max," I continued, stepping closer until our faces were mere inches apart. "And you ran away with him. You’re no different from the rest of the cowards who have betrayed me. So tell me, Hayden, why the hell would I treat you any different?" His lips trembled, his hands twitching slightly at his sides. "I didn

~Vincenzo’s POV~Find a wife.The words echoed in my mind like a sick fucking joke. I scoffed at the thought, my jaw clenching as I leaned back in my chair. A wife. A perfect, obedient, well-bred mafia princess to bear my heirs and strengthen our alliances. It was a leash. A fucking chain meant to control me. But I knew I had no choice. Not anymore. I kept my expression impassive as I glanced around the room. Salvador sat with his usual calm demeanor, his hands folded on the table like he wasn’t orchestrating a complete takeover of my authority. Maria, on the other hand, looked amused—like she was waiting for me to explode. And then there was Nadia, sitting across from me, the woman they’d chosen to put in my place. Fucking ridiculous. "We suggest you pick one from one of the families in the alliance, Vincenzo," Don Salvador said, his voice steady. "It will strengthen our forces and ensure no one dares to cross us." I inhaled deeply through my nose, forcing myself to stay