✨ More Than a Fan ✨
"She fell first, but he fell harder."
Ava has admired Javon Walton since she was 14. Now, at 17, she continues to follow his boxing matches, acting roles, and all his endeavors. She never imagined she'd meet him in person-he's a rising star, always on the move, while she leads a typical life in Atlanta.
But then, it happens.
Javon, 18, has been making waves in both Hollywood and the boxing world. When Ava meets him at a local boxing event, she expects him to be distant or merely polite. Instead, he's genuine, humorous, and surprisingly easy to converse with. To her astonishment, he seems as interested in her as she is in him.
Their initial casual conversations evolve into late-night texts, lengthy video calls, and cherished moments whenever he's in town. It feels like a dream come true, but reality soon intrudes.
Javon's life is a whirlwind of acting gigs, training sessions, and constant travel. Ava, though understanding, sometimes feels like just another admirer in the background. They face challenges-time constraints, trust issues, and doubts about the feasibility of their relationship. There are moments when it seems too overwhelming, and they contemplate parting ways.
Yet, they don't.
What began as admiration has blossomed into something profound. Despite the hardships, they find their way back to each other, realizing that their bond is worth fighting for.
And maybe, just maybe... a fan can turn into something more.
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'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.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.