Semua Bab The Mafia's Nanny : Bab 121 - Bab 130

122Rosa’s POV The drive was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt alive, charged with words unspoken. Allesio sat beside me, one hand resting on the door, the other draped casually over his thigh. He was watching the road, though I could tell his mind was elsewhere, as it often was.I wasn’t sure what made me think of this place or why I’d decided to bring him there. Maybe it was the look in his eyes lately—like he was carrying something too heavy to say out loud. Or maybe it was the growing knot in my chest, the part of me that wanted to trust him, even as another part whispered caution.“Where are we going?” he finally asked, his voice low but curious.“You’ll see,” I said, glancing at him briefly.He raised a brow but didn’t push further. That was one of the things I liked about Allesio—he never demanded. He just waited, giving me the space to come to him on my terms.The road narrowed as we left the city behind, winding through a stretch of trees until the car was surrounded by not

124Allesio’s POV The day started like any other, but I had a strange feeling in my gut—one that had nothing to do with the usual syndicate tension and everything to do with Rosa. She’d told me we had plans, but she hadn’t been specific. That alone should have been a warning. With Rosa, surprises were rarely casual.When she appeared in the doorway, wearing a tailored navy suit that managed to look both lethal and elegant, I knew whatever was coming wasn’t small.“You clean up well,” I said, giving her a slow once-over.She smirked, fixing one of her earrings. “You’re not so bad yourself. You ready?”“For what?” I asked, slipping my jacket on.Her smirk deepened, and she walked past me, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. “You’ll see.”She led me outside, where her driver was already waiting. As we settled into the car, I kept my face neutral, but my mind was racing. Rosa had a way of pulling me into her world without warning, and today felt like one of those days.“

126Allesio’s POV Rosa sat across from me in the library, on the leather sofa, her legs curled under her, a glass of whiskey in her hand. The amber liquid caught the dim light, glowing faintly as she turned it in slow circles. Her hair was loose tonight, falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and the sharpness that usually defined her was muted. Relaxed. Open.Too open.“Do you know why my family has lasted this long?” she asked, her voice steady but low, as if she were letting me in on a secret she hadn’t fully decided I was worthy of yet.I tilted my head, playing the part of the attentive confidant. “I’d guess it has something to do with you.”She smiled, faint and fleeting, then shook her head. “My father, actually. He’s… ruthless in ways most people can’t even begin to understand.”It was the first time she’d spoken about him in such candid terms. Usually, she referenced him in passing, as a force to be respected and feared but rarely dissected. This was new, and I knew bette

128Gianna’s POVThe conference room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t suit Matteo Abramo. Normally, he’d be cracking a joke by now, leaning back in his chair as if the weight of the world—or the company’s reputation—was something he could charm his way out of.But this morning? Silence. It made me uneasy.I scanned the table where my team was seated. Reports spread out like a battlefield, coffee cups half-empty, and a faint tension lingering in the air. Matteo sat at the far end, fidgeting with his pen. He caught my glance and gave me a grin that was almost disarming. Almost.“Alright,” I said, clasping my hands together. “Let’s get started. Matteo, do you have the client brief ready?”He straightened up, pushing the pen aside, and reached for his laptop. “Yep. It’s all here.”“Good.” I didn’t miss the slight edge of uncertainty in his voice. “Let’s see it.”He projected his screen onto the conference room wall, and I stood, moving closer to the screen as he began his pres

130Gianna’s POVBy the time we reached out hostel in Cleveland, I was more than ready to collapse. The day had been a whirlwind of planes, calls, and emails, and Matteo’s constant stream of chatter had frayed my patience. He wasn’t unpleasant, exactly. He just had this way of filling every silence with a comment, a joke, or a question. Charming, sure, but exhausting.The front desk was brightly lit, staffed by a young woman with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Matteo lingered a step behind me, looking around the lobby as if he’d never seen one before.I approached the desk, pulling out my phone. “Hi, checking in. Reservation under Lorenzo.”The receptionist’s fingers clattered across the keyboard. “Lorenzo… let me see here.” Her smile faltered.“Something wrong?” I asked, already dreading her answer.“It seems there’s been a mistake,” she said hesitantly. “We only have one room available under your reservation. A single king bed.”I blinked. “What?”“I’m so sorry. Th