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My Gangster Babysitter 93|To Be Reminded
~Benny~I tripped once and almost fell on the bathroom floor while freshening up and changing into the red baby doll I bought specifically to seduce Kai. My heart drummed in my chest as I entered the bedroom; Kai sat on the edge of the bed.His gaze lifted to mine, a crease on his forehead, his eyes traveled down the length of me.I shifted in my bare feet, chewed my lip, and wondered if I’d get punished for not following his instruction. The danger lurking in those darkening gray eyes should bother me as he took in the thinness of my dress, but I felt the opposite. It stirred my libido to life. A zeal for the dark promise of his heavy-lidded gaze started to brew in my belly.I didn’t wear anything underneath this see-through dress. My nipples were pebbled hard, poking through the fabric, yearning for some relief that I knew Kai could give.“Come here,” he commanded in a low growl. My pulse quickened. This is what I want. This is what I’d been waiting for since the night I confessed
My Gangster Babysitter 94|Is That All?
~Benny~Hiding my excitement that Kai and I were finally engaged was like wearing a mask of indifference all day. Rylee caught me too many times grinning like a demented fool to myself, and all those times, I lied about why I was on cloud nine. She knew it had something to do with my weekend escapade in LA, and she’s trying to find out why.But Kai said, for his safety, I had to keep my mouth shut about our engagement. It’s because of Markus and Klaus’ stupid bet. I’ve been on a mission to get Rylee to spill hints about what was at stake.“So…” I bumped Rylee’s hip with mine. “Do you know what Klaus has been up to these days?”Rylee pinned me with a sideway questioning glance. We were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the family and our guests. Klaus invited his team to celebrate successfully putting up MiRa Investigation and Security. He named his security company after Mikael and Ramona.“He’s always up to something.” Rylee turned back to the three fillets in the cutting board, s
My Gangster Babysitter 95|I Kinda Love This One
~Benny~ In the pregnant silence that followed, Klaus’ grin morphed into a frown of confusion and rage, then a mask of indifference. His emotions were suddenly sucked into the black hole of his passive expression as he pushed from the chair, eyes trained on Kai and me. Rylee’s hand covered Klaus’, gripping the knife he used in cutting his fillet. I sucked in a breath. His hands were terribly shaking. Worry raged in my mind. Kai, on the other hand, was as calm as the August wind. His thumb was even drawing circles on my knuckles beneath the table. Like an emotional iceberg, Klaus turned, exiting the dining room towards the lawn. A few moments later, a motorcycle heading for the estate’s entrance rumbled until the sound faded. “I think that’s our cue to leave,” Ghost murmured. “Thank you for inviting us over.” And the rest of Klaus’ men followed him out. Markus, Rylee, Kai, and I remain sitting at the dining table for twelve, with empty plates and glasses. This dinner started so wel
My Gangster Babysitter 1|The Accusation
My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone.Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj...~Benny~It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.A decision must be made.There was a thick tension in the mansion since they captured Rylee Martinelli, wife of the Italian mafia underboss. I understood why everyone was on edge.For months, we had been preparing for this day. Tony Dominguez, a well-decorated FBI agent, came into my Paris apartment in October last year and told me a sickening tale of my past. Growing up, I had been asking my mother who my biological father was, and Tony answered that question for
My Gangster Babysitter 2|Remnants
~Benny~What is the true definition of a mother? There are over one million definitions online if you look it up. But everything sums up to a woman who gave birth to a child. A female parent who acted on the responsibility of physical and emotional care for a child.Growing up, I had an excellent example of a loving mother, and I couldn’t ask for another… until today.“Benny!” she called, trailing behind me as I walked through the familiar hallway of Tony’s Granada mansion.To prove Rylee wrong, I went into the security room and checked the footage the last time Tony was here. And there, I saw the evidence of her accusations. My temper, boiling and fueled by anger for her allegations, swooped below the freezing point in nanoseconds. I kept staring at the monitor even when chaos occurred outside the security room.We were under attack. Although the room was sound and bulletproof, the blood bath outside played like a rolling movie on the monitors. I refused to believe Rylee’s words, bu
My Gangster Babysitter 3|Babysitting
~Kai~I glared at Hunter. He was trying his best not to roar out laughing but failing fucking miserably.I kept my distance from that annoying brat. Five feet away from her car, I took shelter under the tree’s canopy, nursing my bruised face and ego.She’s lucky she’s a girl, not just any girl but Bossman’s little sister, or else I would’ve recouped what she did to me ten folds. She sits quietly behind the wheels of her Rover, wiping her cheeks harshly every ten seconds. I don’t know why she’s crying. She looked hurt, but I checked out her body and found no injury.Yes, I fucking checked her out because she’s gorgeous. Her make-up-smeared cheeks only made her appear like a damsel in distress. Eyes so green, cute little nose and pouty lips. She kept running her fingers through her dark waves, musing them to perfection.A permanent current seemed to keep sizzling under my skin where we had been in contact earlier. My hands, my chest, and my legs. I had been with many women, but my body
My Gangster Babysitter 4|The Losing End
~Kai~ Twenty minutes. That’s how long I’d been confined in this car with Berenice, and I already regret following through with Klaus’ directive. Everything about her is driving my senses crazy. She hasn’t said a thing since we left the mansion. She kept on wiping her cheeks, staring out the window, and sniffing from time to time. She truly looks vulnerable, pained, and broken. But that is not what bothers me. I’ve been with women of all shapes and sizes and attitudes. It’s not my first time dealing with a crying chick. What bothered me was her mere presence, her scent, which filled the car with a sweet and comforting cinnamon scent. It had the opposite effect on me. Like a puppy, I wanted to sniff more of that scent. I want to smell it from the source. I want to grab her and bury my face in the crook of her neck. Better yet, rub her all over me. From my peripheral vision, I got to admire her closely without the danger of adding another purple blotch to my face. She wore a skin-tigh
My Gangster Babysitter 5|Bad Princess
~Benny~Twilight blanketed the city of Granada when I reached the capital. My feet hurt. Sweat dribbled down my spine, but I still had to find a place to stay for the night.Taking the road and hitching a ride was off the table. That’s where Kai would look for me first, so I endured the five-mile walk from the convenience store to town.It’s an advantage that I know my way around the city. Before the night deepened, I fixed a change of clothing for tomorrow, a place to stay, awaiting dinner while the lavender-scented bubble bath alleviated my aching muscles.White foam oozing surrounded me like clouds above water. I rested my head on the bath pillow and stared at the cream-colored ceiling, warm overhead lights casting an intimate atmosphere in the bathroom.I sighed, concentrating on my next step instead of the pinching sensation in my chest. Dwelling with my pain is on the back end of my priorities. I might not have to deal with it if I end up dead. I have to get off of everyone’s ra
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