Lahat ng Kabanata ng I'm Not Your Property , Don Vincenzo: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

~Antonio Romano’s POV~The dim light from my desk lamp flickered slightly, casting long shadows across my office as I sat back in my chair, fingers steepled, deep in thought. The cigar resting between my fingers burned idly, a thin wisp of smoke curling toward the ceiling. I had been trying to make arrangements—contingency plans, really—because I knew it was only a matter of time before that *failure* of a son of mine ruined everything. Hayden had always been difficult, but this time, I had a gut feeling that he had done something unforgivable. And now, standing here, watching the imposing figure of Vincenzo De Luca in my doorway, I knew exactly what had happened. That brat had somehow gotten a message to this man. Vincenzo stepped inside my office as if he owned the place, his presence commanding, dangerous. He didn’t need to bring his guards into the room—the mere weight of his reputation was enough to choke the air around us. "I’ve come to collect what belongs to me," he

~Vicenzo's POV~“Alfonso! Martinez! Get everyone—there’s been an attack at my sister’s house! Get the council on the line, now!”My voice thundered through the house, rattling the very foundation of the estate. A sharp silence followed, the weight of my command pressing down on every man within earshot. And then—movement. Chairs scraped, boots pounded against marble floors, and orders were barked through the echoing halls. But I wasn’t waiting for confirmation. I was already moving. I stormed down the corridor, my pulse a war drum in my ears. Maria. She had called me—her voice sharp with terror, her breathing uneven. And then, before I could demand answers— The line had gone dead. Not static. Not a drop in the signal. Just cut off.That wasn’t an accident. That was a message. Someone had taken her. Someone was about to die for it. I stepped into the foyer, the glow of the grand chandelier spilling over the men assembling before me. Black SUVs lined the driveway, engine

~Hayden’s POV~We’d been driving for what felt like hours, the road stretching endlessly ahead of us. Every turn, every flicker of headlights behind us, made my heart race a little faster. We were far away from the mansion now, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were still being watched. Vincenzo’s jaw was set, his grip firm on the steering wheel, eyes never leaving the road. He was the picture of focus, his mind clearly somewhere else, piecing together what had happened. It wasn’t just a hit on the mansion anymore. This was bigger. Julio had made his move, and now Vincenzo was the target—not just for being the head of the De Luca family, but now for something far more dangerous. Murder. I stole a glance at him. He didn’t even seem to care that he was a prime suspect. "Where are we going to go now?" I asked, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between us. My voice came out steady, though inside, my mind was in a constant state of chaos. I wasn’t used to being on th

~Vincenzo’s POV~ "We need to go now," I said hastily, my words cutting through the tension in the room. The energy in the space had shifted, and I could feel it—things were about to get a lot more complicated than I had planned. "But we’ve not gotten what we came here for," Hayden replied, his voice steady but insistent. Typical Hayden—always stubborn, always questioning. It’s part of what kept me on my toes, but in moments like this, it also grated on my nerves. "Come on now, De Luca, we haven’t finished." Jared’s voice slithered through the air like a snake, smooth but dangerous. "You seek to know who this woman is, and if she was with that cunt on the night he died, that means she must know something about our operations. I'm going to need you to tell me where to find her." As he spoke, I could feel his men moving subtly around the room, inching closer. Their movements were calculated, ready to pounce if the situation called for it. The weight of their gazes locked on me, an

~Sofia Esposito's POV~It had been a few days since the attack, but the weight of it still pressed down on my chest like a boulder. My father had been killed, along with nearly everyone that day. The blood, the gunfire, the chaos—it all replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. But there was no time to grieve, no moment to catch my breath. My family’s name, our legacy, now rested on my shoulders, and I couldn’t afford to let it crumble. I had managed to make it out alive, a stroke of luck I didn’t take for granted. But surviving wasn’t enough. I had to lead. I had to keep the Esposito name from being wiped off the map, and that meant taking control—no matter how unsteady I felt inside. These last few days had been nothing short of exhausting. Running the family’s operations had never been my role before, but now, it was my responsibility. Every decision I made could be the difference between survival and annihilation. I had no choice but to adapt quickly. The