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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 uncle was the Don of the Ravens

I mean, it made sense. I knew I'd seen him somewhere. He came to our house a lot when I was younger but that was back when we were still in Britain. After we moved, he sort of disappeared.

"Tesoro."

My dad never liked him now that I think about it. The two were so formal with each other, so plastic. My uncle only ever really got along with my mother but that was when he brought us all gifts.

"Dio mio tesoro (Oh my God tesoro)!"

So if my uncle was the Don, does it make it my fault Faye was dead? I mean of course not because he barely knew who I was so... damn why is this complicated. Why couldn't he have been some random junkie or even another Sante but noooo.

"Dannazione, tesoro (Damn, tesoro)!"

Does my dad have anything to do with this? I mean it would make sense. Maybe he sold me to pay off a debt with my uncle but that doesn't seem right.

Ok I have to state the facts I know.