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. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

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Fair warning- Major plot holes and rushed writing - "Is this for me or him?" He spoke as he traced the waistband of her soft pink lace thong. "Neither of you." She spoke roughly as she rolled her eyes again. Angelo was all about possession and it was something she'd never grant him. Her legs spread as he kissed her through her panties. "Mmm looks like they're for me based on our current situation, no?" He chuckled as he slid them down her legs before they disappeared into his pocket. "Oh shut up and eat me." "My pleasure." -- Serenity Jones, a 29 year old newly hired FBI intelligence analyst and previous NYPD detective, had never planned to sleep with cold hearted Mobster Angelo Costello once- let alone the countless other times it'd happened. *Full description inside* ****WARNING THERE WILL BE MATURE SCENES SUCH AS MURDER, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, AND HARSH LANGUAGE! TRIGGER WARNING****

He found her on his for you page. You know the rest. ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ɴᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ Fᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ COMPLETED✔︎

yea the main character is a black girl<3

Aaliyah who is a student by day and a waitress by night gets offered a job as her brother assistant. She takes the job and gives up on everything back home to chase her dreams. With her new fresh start she decides to open up more and let her guard down when she meets Playboi Carti. With this career switch what's in store for Aaliyah? I do not own any of these pictures I use in my book. They have all came from Google, Tumblr, Instagram, & ect.

❝she like to do drugs too, she in love with guns too,❞

*not good at descriptions* in which a twenty year old tries to get with his sister's friend after years of bothering her plus after returning from jail. status: not completed unedited slow and random updates

in which a boy works at a theater, and a girl who loves Quentin Tarantino