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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 trip back to Vittore's building was quiet but peaceful. I guess we were both thinking about our last words to each other, what they really meant. The kiss we'd had was like a switch. It felt like a lot had changed when it really was nothing at all.

I was seeing that moment as a wall, holding back all our feeling, thoughts and worries. Once we'd faced it, it broke down like a stack fo cards and everything just came rushing out. The weird thing is, it felt natural.

Sitting as we were now in the board room, waiting for everyone else to arrive, I couldn't stop my leg from bouncing up and down. I was hunched forward, my elbows on the desk as we waited.

This was it, I thought. This was finally it.

Nerve wracking didn't even begin to describe what it was like to finally see your destination in your grasp. I knew there would be more missions after this, more threats and dangers but none this important. None this personal and none this close to home.