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.

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"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&#x27;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&#x27;t even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."

Begging wasn&#x27;t something I&#x27;d ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. 

"No-"

"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won&#x27;t you just let me help you?!"

"Because I don&#x27;t know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don&#x27;t know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me  crazy! Don&#x27;t you see that? You make me question everything I&#x27;ve ever known and... I can&#x27;t..." 

I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. 

"Fuck it."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.

* * *

Property Of Vittore Martinelli

I walked out of my room and made my way down to the kitchen. It had been two weeks since my little breakdown, two weeks since I started staying at this penthouse, two weeks since I got shot and two weeks since I saw Vittore.

I hated to admit I missed him. Just a little but I was avoiding him. I had no idea why I just was. I didn't feel like talking to anyone but Maddox kept coming over and trying to start a conversation. I'd mostly ignore him because I wasn't in the mood. He was acting weirdly clingy and I didn't like it. Alexa had also shown up on occasion and unlike the red head, she kept quiet and only talked to me if she wanted to.

I regret saying this but she did seem less bitchy which was good for my mental and physical well being. Her's too. I was in the mood to punch whoever disturbed me.

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