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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 · Urbano
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85 Chs

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I wondered around the mansion, surprised at the sparse population this morning. I hadn't slept after Faye and I had completely eaten all the cookies, just waiting or the sun to rise. It was weird how no one was breathing down my neck and I didn't like it one bit. I made my way to one of the many guest rooms, looking around for any sign of life and there was none.

Not even Vittore who was hell bent on having me in his sight. I roamed towards the roof of the mansion, hoping some fresh air would do me good. I stood on the wide balcony, looking down at the estate, no guards in sight. I was seriously worried now.

"Look what the cat dragged in," I turned my head to see Alexa lounging on one of the many chairs outside in a bikini. "I'd invite you to tan with me but you know..." she said waving and gesturing to me in general.

"You mean I was already born with the perfect skin. Yeah I know," I said proud to be black. I couldn't change it and I wouldn't honestly.