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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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The shed was more guarded than I anticipated. Men dressed in dark gear walked around and I barely had time to duck behind a bunch of corn before a group passed by. I was determined to do this despite all odds honestly so I creeped forward, faster but making sure I was hidden.

The shed was in my line of sight and I ducked with a roll, flattening my body against the door. I was extremely lucky it didn't face the house and knowing the two beefy guards at the back door, I wouldn't have made it far.

I went to work with the lock using one of my blades and it easily swung open, allowing me to squeeze in and shut the door behind me. I stood to my full height, my brown eyes scanning the small space. It was your normal average shed, garden tools and such handing from the walls. A lawnmower, wheelbarrow and dirt boots on the ground.

I touched the walls and the the ceiling looking for some sort of lever. f course, Jordan was into the whole secret tunnels thing.