Semua Bab The Mafia's Nanny : Bab 111 - Bab 120

112Rosa’s POV The rain tapped softly against the windows, the steady rhythm filling the quiet space between us. Allesio sat across from me on the couch, his expression as easygoing as ever. There was something about the way he looked at me, like he wasn’t in a rush, like he could wait forever for me to say something. It was infuriating and comforting all at once.I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the deep red liquid catch the dim light of the room. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it never was—but tonight, it felt heavy kind of. My heart was filled with words I wasn’t sure I wanted to say.“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, breaking the stillness. His voice was low, warm, and it pulled at something deep inside me.“Just thinking,” I replied, lifting the glass to my lips.“About?”I hesitated, glancing at him. His eyes were steady, curious but not probing. Somehow, that made it harder to resist.“My father,” I admitted finally, my voice softer than I intended.He didn’t say

114Rosa’s POV The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, practically blinding, if I hadn’t dropped the curtains a bit when I entered. I leaned back in my chair, scrolling absentmindedly through an email on my laptop. It was some logistics report my father insisted I review, but the words were swimming on the screen. My mind was elsewhere.It wasn’t like me to be distracted. Focus was one of the few things I prided myself on—especially in a house like ours, where any misstep could mean a weak link. And yet, here I was, replaying the conversation I’d had with Allesio in the garden last night.Something was off with him. I could see it in the way he carried himself, the tightness in his jaw, the way his normally easy confidence felt… strained.I tried to shake it off. It wasn’t my business. Allesio could deal with whatever was bothering him on his own. That was the logical thing to think, and I told myself to stick to it. But logic had little to do with the way my chest

116Allesio’s POV The moment I realized I was in too deep, it felt like the floor beneath me had given way. I’d spent years learning to control my emotions, perfecting the art of staying detached, of seeing people as pieces on a board rather than as individuals with lives I could ruin. But Rosa was starting to crack that armor, and I hated myself for it.We were sitting on the balcony of her room, watching the city lights flicker like stars against the darkness. She had a glass of wine in her hand and her legs tucked beneath her on the lounge chair, looking more at peace than I’d seen her in weeks. The glow from the outdoor heater softened the angles of her face, and for a moment, she looked so vulnerable it hurt.I told myself not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Rosa was magnetic in a way I hadn’t anticipated. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was smart, confident, and surprisingly kind beneath all her guarded edges. I’d thought seducing her would be easy—a game I’d played a hu

118Rosa’s POV The room was alive with muted laughter and the hum of low conversations, the clinking of glasses underscoring the melody of a live string quartet tucked into the far corner. These events were always the same—syndicate families gathered under the guise of camaraderie, but everyone was watching, calculating, angling for a sliver of power.I’d attended these events for years, long enough to know every handshake, every fake smile, and every whispered word carried an undertone. Tonight was no different, but it felt different, at least to me.I glanced over at Allesio, standing a few feet away, the dark suit he wore clinging to his frame like it was made just for him. He looked sharp, polished, and effortlessly confident, the kind of man who drew attention without even trying. My father certainly noticed, which was no small feat.“You’ve brought someone impressive this time,” he had said earlier, his gaze lingering on Allesio in quiet evaluation.“Allesio isn’t someone I bro

120Rosa’s POV The wine was warm in my glass, the edges of the city lights blurring as the night deepened. It had been one of those rare evenings when everything seemed to align—quiet laughter over dinner in my balcony, a shared look that lingered too long, and the comfortable rhythm that only comes when someone feels like less of a stranger and more of a constant.Allesio leaned back in his chair, his eyes on me, his gaze heavy with something I couldn’t quite name. He had this way of looking at me, like I was a puzzle he couldn’t wait to solve. Tonight, though, I didn’t mind being seen. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just him, but my usual guard felt lighter.“Your family fascinates me,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it, something calculated.I raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. “Fascinates you? That’s an interesting word for it.”“Well, it’s true,” he said, shrugging as if the words didn’t weigh much. “You’re like this unst