All Chapters of The Mafia's Nanny : Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

352Rosa’s POV I was tired of fighting myself. Tired of pretending I didn’t care when the truth was, I cared too damn much. So, for once, I was going to stop thinking and just try. When I called Alessio and told him I was saying yes—to a real date, not another test, not another way to prove a point—he went quiet for so long I thought the call had dropped.Then, in a voice that was rough and careful at the same time, he asked, “Are you sure?”“No,” I admitted, because I wasn’t. “But I want to try.”I heard his sharp inhale. “Then I’ll make it worth it.”And just like that, we were doing this.I wasn’t sure what that meant for us. If I’d wake up tomorrow and regret this. If I’d spend the whole night overthinking and talking myself out of it.But for now, I wasn’t backing out.I spent two hours trying to pick out an outfit, which was stupid because it was just Alessio.Except it wasn’t just Alessio. At least, not anymore.I wasn’t dressing to impress him. I wasn’t trying to seduce him o

354Rosa’s POV The night air was thick with the scent of rain with the pavement still damp from an earlier shower. I walked, my boots clicking against the sidewalk, my hands stuffed deep into my coat pockets. My mind was a mess.I shouldn’t be out here. I was supposed to be at home, asleep, not wandering aimlessly through the quiet streets like some lovesick idiot.But I wasn’t lovesick. I was terrified.Things with Alessio had been good. Too good. That was the issue.I let my guard down. I let him in. I held his hand. I laughed. I let myself believe—just a little—that maybe we could be something again.And that scared the hell out of me.Because what if I was wrong?What if I was just setting myself up for more pain?A cold gust of wind blew through me, but it wasn’t the chill that made me wrap my arms around myself. It was the realization curling in my stomach.I needed to get out. I needed space.I wasn’t ready.I turned down a side street, my breaths coming faster. I didn’t know

356Rosa’s POV I should’ve known peace was temporary.The past had a way of creeping up on you, waiting for just the right moment to strike. And tonight, rather than creeping, it crashed right into me.A simple ding from my phone had me looking at, a notification from an unknown number. I almost ignored it, thinking it was spam, but curiosity got the better of me.I wish it hadn’t.You really think he’s changed?There was no name, no explanation. Just that single line, sitting there like a loaded gun.For a second, my heart stopped. Then it started racing.I looked at the screen again, my fingers tightening around the phone.I shouldn’t let it get to me. It was probably nothing. Some pathetic attempt at stirring up doubt. But the problem was, doubt didn’t need much of an invitation. It was already there, lurking in the back of my mind, waiting for an excuse to take over.I sucked in a breath, forcing my thoughts to slow down. There was no proof this had anything to do with Alessio. N

358Rosa’s POV “You’re staring.”Alessio didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. “Can you blame me?”I rolled my eyes but felt my lips twitching. We were sitting on the patio of a small café, the morning sun casting a golden glow over the quiet street. The smell of fresh bread and coffee filled the air, and for the first time in a long time, I felt… at peace.It was unsettling.I took a sip of my cappuccino. “If you keep looking at me like that, people are going to think I have something on my face.”“You do.”I froze. “What?”Alessio leaned forward, smirking. “Beauty.”I groaned. “That was awful.”He chuckled, completely unbothered. “You smiled, though.”I sighed, shaking my head. “What am I going to do with you?”His expression softened. “Hopefully, keep me around.”Something in my chest squeezed.I could still hear the doubt in my own heart, the voice that whispered What if this doesn’t last? What if he hurts you again?But then I looked at him—the way he watched me, the

360Allesio’s POV I never thought I’d be the kind of guy to ask for permission to marry a woman.Not because I lacked respect. No, I had plenty of that. But because I was a man who took what he wanted, fought for what he claimed, and never needed approval from anyone.And yet, here I was, standing in Alaric’s office, my hands shoved into my pockets, debating the best way to tell my boss, who was he most feared man in our world, that I was about to put a ring on Rosa Smith’s finger.Alaric glanced up from his glass of whiskey, his sharp eyes assessing me. He leaned back in his chair, amusement flickering across his face like he already knew why I was here.“Alright,” he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Let’s hear it.”I exhaled, letting the words roll off my tongue before I lost my nerve. “I’m going to propose to Rosa.”His brow lifted. Not in surprise—no, nothing ever surprised Alaric. It was just mild curiosity, maybe even a little satisfaction.“You’re going to, or yo