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

"Let's ditch him," Peyton suggested. "It wouldn't be so hard. We should just drive off and that will be over and done with."

"That idea is so tempting," Lily mumbled from the back seat.

We were all in a black van, at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. After the little chat with Vittore yesterday, he thought it was best we leave to kill Sante as soon as possible. King was leading the way and being stuck in a car with him the past four hours has been hell. He was an annoying bundle of energy that would never shut up. I got tired of listening to my own accent on his lips.

What irked me more was that Faye found him tolerable. I mean, Faye was a kind and naturing spirit, of course she would like the bloody idiot but that didn't go for the rest of us. I looked out the passenger side window, seeing him buying some snacks from inside the station.

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