don't get us killed

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir

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Chapter 6: don't get us killed

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"Oh, right. Yeah! Yeah, of course. I'd love to meet him. How old is he?" Jesse hears his own voice softening and he wonders if this is why Joaquin thought of him to look after his boss' kid.

It's been a while since he's been able to dote on his younger siblings, but when he does, nothing makes him happier than playing with them. He's always had the biggest soft spot for children.

"Seventeen," Ivanov tells him with a blank face and Jesse is a little bit rattled, stunned from where he was midway to standing up.

“I'm kidding," the man laughs, amusement curling at his lips. "He's six."

And Jesse can hear the softness to his voice.

"Great age." Ivanov’s eyebrows raise in silent question as he leads him out of his office.

“You know, it's when they're at their softest. They think you're the funniest and most entertaining person ever, like you know the answers to the universe."

Ivanov seems to get it, going off the way his fa