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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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Jordan Scott Martinelli was still in the country. Actually, he was still in the state, in the country side. We used Vittore's satellite to find him and yes, the Italian has his own satellite. Jordan was living in a barn and by the looks of things, it was properly guarded but my sisters were amazing at what they did and together, we came up with a way to get him.

"Jade Scythe!" I looked up to see the Crimson Raven walking towards me as I tightened the bullet proof vest on my chest.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her and she shook her head, her red hair brushing against her shoulders.

"I just wanted to make sure you're with us," she said and I frowned.

"I am with you," I said confused.

"You might think so but you're head isn't in it," she said softly and I let out a sigh.

"I'll be fine," I assured her and she put her hands in her jean pockets, rocking on her heels.