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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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Lesedi was one tough nut to crack I'd give him that. Vittore pulled away from hime once again, sighing tiredly and wiping his bloody knuckles with a white handkerchief. The only thing he wanted to know was where Sante was but I think Vittore was enjoying hurting him too much. mostly after he'd seen the print on my cheek that was slowly fading and I'd fucking stuttered.

Looking back, I could only cringe.

Alexa and I waited for Vittore to arrive and when the door swung open, the man in question walked in and Maddox suddenly appeared from the other room. He glanced at Lesedi and then the rest of us. Vittore meandered around the room to the right hand man of the Viper's clan, his eyes catching mine and then falling to my cheek.

He changed direction.

Like before, he cradled my face and turned it to the side and his whole body tensed in anger, the kind of anger that makes all rational thought besides your objective crumble.