All Chapters of The Mafia's Nanny : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

102Allesio’s POV I walked into Alaric’s office and I felt the air change. Literally. It was colder than the rest of the house. Maybe it was the dim lights, the heavy dark furniture or the way the air seemed to thicken with tension when I stepped inside. Because I already knew what he was going to ask.Alaric leaned back in his leather chair, his expression unreadable as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand. The soft clink of ice against the glass was the only sound in the room until he finally spoke.“How’s it going with Rosa?”I stood near the window, crossing my arms. I didn’t want to answer the question but I had no choice. “It’s going,” I said after a pause, my tone clipped.He raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze slicing through me. “That’s not an answer, Allesio.”I turned to face him fully, crossing my arms. “She’s careful. She’s not going to hand over her family’s secrets on a silver platter.”“Then make her trust you,” Alaric said, his voice calm but edged with steel.I c

104Allesio’s POV The house was quiet and kind of empty. Allesio had taken Emilia and Francesca out for the night, which was exactly what I needed. Irene and the rest of the house workers had retired to their own wing of the house for the night. No distractions for me and Rosa tonight.She sat with one leg tucked under her, nursing a glass of wine she’d poured for herself. I watched as she tilted the glass slightly ajd took a sip from it.“Do you ever stop staring?” she asked, not looking at me but smirking as she caught me watching her.I leaned back in my chair, shrugging with mock innocence. “Not when there’s something worth looking at.”She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she took a slow sip of her wine, letting the silence stretch between us.“Why do you do that?” I asked after a moment.Her brow furrowed. “Do what?”“Deflect,” I said simply. “Every time someone pays you a compliment, you brush it off. Like it doesn’t matter or like you don’t believe it.”Rosa looked

106Allesio’s POV The night was colder than usual, the kind that seeps into your bones no matter how many layers you’re wearing. The city streets were quieter too, save for the occasional hum of a car or the faint chatter spilling out from a bar a few blocks away. Rosa was ahead of me, walking with purpose, her steps quick but not rushed.I shouldn’t have followed her, not like this. It was an unspoken rule not to meddle in someone else’s business unless it served the family. But Rosa had a way of making me break my own rules. Maybe it was the way she carried herself when she was leaving the house. Like she was up to nothing good and she didn’t want anyone knowing what it was. If not she wouldn’t have sneaked out without telling even her best friend where she was going.I stayed close enough to keep her in sight but far enough not to crowd her. She’d made it clear she didn’t need a shadow. I ignored her.When she turned down a quieter street, I quickened my pace, closing the distance

108Allesio’s POV The morning air hung heavy with the smell of fresh coffee and eggs, wafting in from the kitchen down the hall. I leaned against the marble counter in the dining room, watching Rosa pour herself a glass of orange juice. She moved with an elegance that seemed effortless, like someone who’d been raised to command attention without trying.“Rough night?” I asked, my tone light as I took a seat at the table.She glanced at me, one brow arching slightly. She gave me a knowing look and then proceeded to play along like I hadn’t spent the night in her room. “Not at all. Slept like a baby.”I smirked. “Impressive, considering the racket Irene was making earlier.”She chuckled softly, and it was the kind of sound that could soften even the hardest edges of a man like me.She joined me at the table, sliding into the chair across from mine. Her hair was still damp from a shower, loose waves cascading over her shoulders. She was casual today—jeans and a fitted sweater—but someho

110Allesio’s POV The event was all gloss and shine, the kind of gathering that screamed wealth, power, and a hundred secrets whispered between champagne flutes. It wasn’t my first time in rooms like this, but tonight felt different. Not because of the high-profile faces or the sharp undercurrent of danger, but because of Rosa.I watched her move through the crowd, effortless in her charm, commanding in her presence. She was magnetic, pulling everyone’s attention without even trying. It was fascinating to see her in her element, but more than that, it gave me a glimpse of her world—a world I was supposed to infiltrate.But as I stood by her side, observing and calculating, I found myself distracted. Not by the glittering chandeliers or the murmured alliances being forged in the corners, but by the way her lips tightened when she saw *him*.It happened quickly, almost imperceptibly. A man approached—sharp suit, sharper eyes, his smile as thin as the blade he probably had hidden somewh