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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. * * *

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My sisters and I stood in a circle around the two men who ruined our lives. The sun shone down on us and the fact that we were doing this in broad daylight, in the backyard Jordan had considered safe just made this all the more fun.

"Ladies... do you mind if I go first? I actually have somewhere to be but I can't go without punishing these two," I said stepping forward and my sisters, bless their souls, stepped back.

"Whip?" I asked politely holding my hand out. One with barbed ends was placed in my hand and I let it drag on the floor as I circled Matteo.

"On his knees if you will," I said as I stood tall behind him.

My sisters untied him from the chair he was tied to next to Jordan and even took his shirt off. With a deep breath and rise of my hand, I brought the whip down. Matteo's scream was music to my ears.