The world was no longer the same, not after being crippled and devastated by the calamity that was the Third World War.
Million deaths, both military and civilian. Countless families were left broken and displaced. Towns were laid to waste, ravaged by bombs and artillery. Multiple cities were wiped off the world's map by bioengineered weapons and nuclear bombs. Nations weakened, broken, divided. Old empires collapsed, and new ones were born and baptised by the ashes of war.
In the wake of the war, international criminal organizations formed, pirate groups powerful enough to control entire regions of the ocean and terrorize even naval forces, and corporations and secret societies took advantage of the fragile new world to further their ambitions.
To combat the new world's threats, various Private Military Companies formed all around the globe, offering their services to any nation with enough capital but not enough military power to deal with the plethora of threats. This gave rise to the new age of PMC and Mercenaries.
My Phan, birthed by a human-trafficked mother, raised in captivity, and later rescued by a PMC, but not before witnessing her mother's death.
Adopted by the man who rescued her. My was raised and guided to be a PMC soldier when she became of age.
As she stepped into the world of mercenaries, she must become strong and fierce enough to overcome countless threats to the new and fragile peace, to uphold her own sense of justice, and to exact vengeance against the higher forces that have caused so much suffering to her before.
Follow My (Maple) Phan as she battles against criminal syndicates, pirate overlords, corporate tyrannies, and monsters lurking within secret societies all around the world.
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.