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Rosa’s POV

The ballroom was filled with men who had commanded empires, spilled blood in the name of power, and built legacies on the corpses of their enemies. They surrounded me now, waiting to see if I would falter.

Too bad for them, I never had, and I never would.

I stood at the head of the long mahogany table, my chin lifted. I settled my gaze faces of men who had ruled this world long before I was born. Dons, capos, underbosses—every ranking leader who mattered was here.

And now, so was I.

For the first time, I wasn’t standing here as the daughter of Don Romano Smith. I wasn’t a bargaining chip or a pawn in some strategic alliance.

No. Today, I was the empire.

“Tonight marks the end of an era,” my father’s voice rang through the room, calm but absolute.

Don Romano Smith had ruled with an iron grip for decades, his name spoken in fear and respect.But even he knew that a ruler’s greatest strength was recognizing when to pass the torch.

And he had chosen me.

He turned to me, his
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    392Allesio’s POVThe city lights stretched out before us and for once, there were no guards trailing behind us or any threats lurking in the corners of my mind. It was just Rosa and I.I glanced at her, her face bright from the streetlights as she leaned her head against the window. She looked almos peaceful.I wanted to keep her like this.No blood. No war. Just us.The car came to a stop in front of one of New York’s hidden gems. A rooftop restaurant with no pretentious bullshit, just damn good food and an even better view. I put the car in park, reaching over to tuck a stray curl behind her ear.“No security?” Rosa smirked, eyes dancing with mischief. “Are we feeling reckless tonight, amor?”I grinned. “Maybe. Just wanted to see what it’s like to go on a date without a small army breathing down my neck.”She laughed softly. “A date, huh? So you can be romantic.”I shot her a look. “You act like I don’t spoil you.”She rolled her eyes, but the smile she was trying to hide told me a

  • The Mafia's Nanny    391

    391Rosa’s POVThe ballroom was filled with men who had commanded empires, spilled blood in the name of power, and built legacies on the corpses of their enemies. They surrounded me now, waiting to see if I would falter.Too bad for them, I never had, and I never would.I stood at the head of the long mahogany table, my chin lifted. I settled my gaze faces of men who had ruled this world long before I was born. Dons, capos, underbosses—every ranking leader who mattered was here.And now, so was I.For the first time, I wasn’t standing here as the daughter of Don Romano Smith. I wasn’t a bargaining chip or a pawn in some strategic alliance.No. Today, I was the empire.“Tonight marks the end of an era,” my father’s voice rang through the room, calm but absolute.Don Romano Smith had ruled with an iron grip for decades, his name spoken in fear and respect.But even he knew that a ruler’s greatest strength was recognizing when to pass the torch.And he had chosen me.He turned to me, his

  • The Mafia's Nanny    390

    390Allesio’s POVThe Russo Don was a sniveling coward.I had seen men grovel before. Seen them bargain, beg, and spit venom when their backs were against the wall. But Dante’s father was the worst kind.A man who had built an Empire on blood and fear but had no stomach for his own suffering.He was bound to a chair in the Castillo estate’s basement, his face already swollen from the interrogation and blood dripped from his split lip, staining his expensive suit.Alaric stood in front of him, expression cold and detached. He had removed his suit jacket, sleeves rolled up, the metal of his rings catching the dim light as he flexed his fingers.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed while I watched them.“I’ll ask you one last time,” Alaric said, voice calm. “Where are the last of your men?”Russo coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. “You think—” He sucked in a breath. “You think killing me will erase my family’s legacy?”Alaric sighed. “No, but wiping out the last of your men will.

  • The Mafia's Nanny    389

    389Rosa’s POVI woke up screaming.The walls were closing in, the suffocating grip of Dante’s hands still lingering around my throat with his voice constantly ringing in my ears.“You belong to me.”“You will marry me.”“No one is coming for you.”I clawed at the sheets, my pulse hammering so violently it made my head spin. My body jerked, fighting off invisible chains. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there.But it felt like I was.The bed dipped, strong arms wrapping around my thrashing body.“Rosa.”My chest heaved, air scraping against my throat like razors. The panic clung to me, but the arms around me—Allesio—held me still, calming me.“It’s me, amor.” His breath was warm against my temple, his hands firm and gentle as he pulled me to his chest. “You’re safe.”I gasped, my hands fisting his shirt like a lifeline. Safe. That word felt foreign. My body was still convinced I was fighting for my life, but he was here, holding me together.“I—” My voice broke, and I hated it.I hated this.

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    388Allesio’s POVThe bodies of the Russo men were scattered across the compound like discarded trash, their blood staining the marble floors, the once-grand mansion reduced to rubble and smoke. Fire was still burning in what was left of the mansion.It was over.Dante was dead.His men had either surrendered or been wiped out.And Rosa—I turned, my eyes finding her instantly.She was standing near one of the black SUVs, blood splattered on her face, her dress torn and dirty, but her stance was strong. She was breathing hard, her eyes locked on the flames with her shoulders tense like she was still in fight mode.I moved toward her, my steps slow, controlled. “It’s done, Rosa.”Her fingers tightened around the gun still in her grip.I reached out, my hand covering hers. “It’s done.”She exhaled sharply, like she hadn’t fully processed it yet. Then, with a small nod, she finally relaxed, letting me pry the gun from her fingers.I tucked it into my waistband, then pulled her into me. S

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    387Rosa’s POVI watched the guard as he stepped into my room, a cocky smirk on his lips. He probably thought I had given up by now. He was wrong.My hands shot up, grabbing the sides of his head, and with one sharp twist—crack.He crumpled like a sack of meat.I barely spared him a glance as I bent down, stripping him of his gun and knife. My heart was pounding, but not from fear. From anticipation.Tonight, I was done playing the helpless prisoner.Tonight, I was going to make Dante regret everything.Gunfire erupted outside the mansion, rattling the walls.I exhaled sharply. They came.Allesio.For one second, my chest tightened. He was here.Then the moment passed, and I slipped into the hallway, gun raised, eyes sharp.The compound was chaos. Explosions shook the ground, firelight flickering against the walls. Dante’s men scrambled, barking orders at each other.I used the distraction to move.Gun in one hand, knife in the other, I crept through the halls, staying low. The air re

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