Babysitting The Mafia (The Tainted With Blood Series) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Kiara: To say that I was annoyed would be an understatement, first the bastard Jeremiah tried kissing me, and now this bullshit. These men were really playing with my patience, and I didn’t like being toyed. “By all means, Aslanov, do make your shot” I said glaring at the man who raised an eyebrow at me. Truth be told, I knew that it was risky, and I knew that it could cost my life. But I wasn’t stupid, he was well aware of the trouble that he would get into if a single hair on my head was harmed and I knew that he wouldn’t want to deal with such matters. It would simply cause him an unwanted headache. “Really? If you’re counting on dad to stop me, then you are very wrong, malyshka” Baby girl. Alessio smirked and I laughed in a mocking manner. “Sure, I would be counting on your father for my safety” I said sarcastically before I glared at the man “do you really believe that I’m as stupid as to count on a mafia man who I don’t know? Really, Ale

Kiara:“Where the hell were you?” Mr. Damien asked the second we entered the house. Alessio looked at me and I had to fight back laughing at what he had planned on telling his dad, which was basically the truth. But we were technically curious about his reaction. Whether or not he would believe Alessio, or whether he’d end up shooting him with a gun. Ivan and I were already making bets.“Now, now, Damien, we already talked about this. The men are no longer children, it’s bad enough that you hired them some hundred year old babysitter who they probably killed” a man said from beside Mr. Damien. My eyes widened at his description of me, and all three men tensed for a second, looking between me and the man. However, the man paid them no attention as he looked at me and smiled, extending his hand to me “and who might you be? Which of these idiots managed to swoon you this time?”“Well, I’m the hundred year

Kiara:“Mum!”My eyes snapped open as I breathed heavily.My hands shook as I fought to calm my heartbeat and heavy breathing.The dream repeated itself once again.Seeing my mum in that car as my dad pulled me away from it.Seeing her body fall limp, blood, I remember blood. Her eyes open, her lifeless body. It was a pain that I’ve been living with since that night, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew that Alessio was right. At least he was able to rest knowing that he was fighting for his mum, knowing that he wasn’t leaving her blood to go in vain. What did I do? Nothing, I lived with the man who killed her, I looked him in the eye every day and every night. I smiled at him, I hugged him, I even took care of him when he was ill.I didn’t deserve to be a daughter, she should’ve lived that day. I shouldn’t have, she came back ho

Kiara:To say that I was enjoying the night out with the Aslanov’s would be a lie.It was as if they were determined to show me that me being here was not necessary. That they were who they were and what they were regardless I was here or not.I was currently sitting on the bar, watching the family bond from far. Me being by their side made no sense anyway, and I was stupid to think that Alessio inviting me to tag along meant that he was actually willing to give me a chance to help him out.I looked down at the drink which was in my hands, it was my third one tonight and I was nowhere near being drunk. My mind raced as I looked into the glass, maybe I wasn’t ready for such a responsibility.The fact that I had failed to do my job on my very first day annoyed me, and to get scolded for something that wasn’t even my fault. It wasn’t like I wasn’t with these men throughout the day, they even took me to some house or cotta

Kiara:“Sarah, which one do you suggest?” I asked the stylist walking out of my bedroom to show her the black and white scarfs. I wore a black dress, it was a long vintage one, exposing my chest and the side of my boobs. My back was also exposed as a v cut matching the one on my chest.“I believe the black one would suit the dress more” Alessio said startling me. I jumped not knowing that he was here to begin with, and he smiled at me. Looking at the dress that I chose, I wore heels which had small zircons to add a little glow if they were exposed, and having had my nails done too. The French manicure had dried a while ago.My blonde hair was curled neatly giving and my makeup was somewhat lighter than that girls would use in such events, but I preferred being natural. Alessio seemed to approve of the style as he nodded twice before dismissing the stylist and makeup artists who were also here.I watched as they walked out of the su