My Soul Is bound

My Soul Is bound

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I gathered my hair around me. "STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I screeched. I started to sob. My back pressed against the walls. "Why do you torture me?" A voice hissed at me from the depths of my ear. "You don't yet know? You are so much more stupid than I thought" I looked up, my eyes welling up and my vision blurred. "I don't deserve this" the voice snickered and hovered around me "oh, yes, you do, you little MISTAKE!" She spun herself around my neck. She fastened her body's grip around my frail neck. The tighter it got, the more scarlet blood seeped out if my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. She laughed and lifted me off the bed. She grabbed her hand, stabbing her sharp fingernails into my scarred body. As the blood fell out, it caught fire and burned my skin. She sorted levelling her face with mine. The first and last time I saw her face, as she stared into me, I looked into her eyes. And woke up.
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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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