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Property Of Vittore Martinelli

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * *

Melissa · Urban
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85 Chs

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I lazily pulled a huge black hoodie over my head. With a tired sigh, I pulled my hair up in a bun. Glancing in the mirror, I could see my efforts were a huge fail. I just turned away, pulling on black sneakers. I walked out of my room to find the apartment empty. The others had left much earlier. I was the only one here.

Walking to the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of water. I opened it and too small sips of water. I was extremely exhausted and in need of some-

A knock sounded at the door and I knew who it was when it suddenly opened without me having to walk all the way there. Alexa dressed in tight black pants, black heels and a loose long sleeved white shirt strolled in like the place was a Victoria Secret runway. Her brown hair was up in a neat ponytail.

"You look like a hobo," she commented. I looked down at my grey sweats, black hoodie and black sneakers. I just put the bottle of water down and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked past her.