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.

He was just like any other multi-millionaire smart, hardworking, cold, heart-less, and don't forget drop dead gorgeous. With his blue ice cold eyes that seemed as if they were piercing right through your soul, a body that was toned head to toe, and perfect facial features. A piercing jawline, perfect shaped nose, and plump but soft looking lips. He made woman weak in the knees and had them dropping their panties for him whether for his wealth, looks, body, or maybe for all. He was a walking sex god. Basically he had it all and he knew he did. Though he had everything any human could wish for he kept to himself basically isolated himself from this treacherous world, but it all changed when a girl moved into the beautiful brick building with big clear windows across from his breathtaking penthouse of a five star hotel adding to his beautiful city view. From then on he built a certain obsession that he became infatuated with and no one knew about it. He became obsessed with her.

He stole her land, her people, and her happiness. Now the only thing left of her was her dead eyes and her blank look. Alcaeus the king of all werewolves was a wicked man who craved power. He slaughtered anything that got in the way. Nothing could stop him not even his beautiful, innocent, and sweet Mate Athena. See what happens as Alcaeus steals yet another land, Athena's land, but this time he will reap the consequences of his actions. What will the consequences be? The loss of his mate's happiness, life, and along with it her sanity. This story will not be a fairytale story where mates meet and instantly fall in love. No it will be far from that prepare yourself before entering into the cruel reality of Athena's life.