Semua Bab The Mafia's Nanny : Bab 361 - Bab 370

361Rosa’s POV I hated surprises.Not the fun kind, like when a new shipment of designer heels arrived two weeks early, or when Emilia showed up at my place with a bottle of wine and gossip that could bring down an empire. Those surprises? Great.But the kind where Allesio smirked at me like he was five steps ahead and wouldn’t tell me a damn thing? Suspicious.And tonight, he was at peak smirking bastard mode.“Where are we going?” I asked for the third time as he drove, one hand lazily gripping the wheel, the other resting against my thigh.“You’ll see.”I narrowed my eyes. “I swear to God, if this is some kind of test—”“Test?” He cut me off, glancing at me with a slow grin. “Bambolina, the only thing I’d ever test is your patience.”“Exactly.”His grin widened. “Good thing you love me.”I rolled my eyes, but yeah, I did love him, more than I’d ever admit out loud but that didn’t mean I liked being kept in the dark.The car finally slowed, pulling into a private road lined with la

363Rosa’s POV The hour dragged on very slowly and every tick of the clock was grating on my nerves.Allesio sat beside me, calm as ever, while I sat on the edge of my chair, bouncing my knee like an addict in withdrawal.Meanwhile, Alaric was still in there with Emilia.Which was a good thing, because if he’d been out here, I’m pretty sure he would’ve threatened to burn the hospital down by now.“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” I muttered, gripping my hands together.Allesio smirked. “You’re not even the one giving birth.”I snapped my head toward him. “Do you want me to punch you right now? Because I will. Just to burn off the stress.”He chuckled, reaching out to play with a strand of my hair. “Relax, bambolina. The hardest part is almost over.”I exhaled sharply. “Easy for you to say. You’re not best friends with a hormonal mafia wife who has a love-hate relationship with knives.”He laughed again, but before I could give him another death glare, the labor room doors swung op

365Rosa’s POV I had killed men without blinking.I had stood in rooms full of ruthless crime lords and never once let my voice waver.I had faced betrayal, heartbreak, and fought my way back from the wreckage.But standing in front of a mirror, wrapped in a cloud of lace and tulle, I felt my stomach do a little flip.I looked… like a bride.Like a woman on the verge of stepping into something permanent.“Holy shit,” Emilia breathed beside me, her hands clasped together as she stared at me in the mirror. “You look… ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean, so stunning that Allesio is going to pass out when he sees you.”I let out a sharp breath, pressing my palms against my waist. “It’s just a dress.”Emilia scoffed. “It’s not just a dress. It’s the dress. The one you’ll be wearing when you say ‘I do’ to your big, bad mafia prince.” She smirked. “And then, presumably, get ravished in later.”I groaned and smacked her arm. “You are actually the worst.”She just grinned, completely unboth

367Dante’s POV. They were whispering her name like a ghost.Rosa Smith.It was in passing, spoken under breath, in hushed conversations I wasn’t meant to overhear. Like people were too afraid to say it too loud, as if even the sound of her name might summon me into a rage.They weren’t wrong.I was in a Miami club when I heard it first. Sitting in the VIP section, a girl I barely remembered curled under my arm, sipping from my glass like she belonged there. I wasn’t listening to anything going on around me—until one of my men muttered something that made my blood go ice cold.“…Rosa’s getting married.”My glass shattered in my hand before I even realized I’d clenched my fist.Silence rippled across the table. Every man at the booth turned stiff, and watched me.I let the shards of glass fall from my fingers, ignoring the sting. “What did you just say?”Mason, one of my lieutenants, hesitated. Like he was reconsidering his life choices. Smart man.I leaned forward, voice eerily calm.

369Rosa’s POV The engagement party was grand, as expected. Both the Smiths and the Castillos didn’t do anything small, especially not when it came to solidifying alliances. The ballroom shimmered with golden chandeliers, and the scent of expensive champagne and power filled the air.Everything was perfect.Except for the fact that I felt watched.I felt a tickling sensation at the back of my neck, the way I’d been trained to recognize when someone’s eyes lingered too long. But I shook it off. Paranoia wasn’t a good look for a bride-to-be.Allesio stood next to me, his hand possessively resting on my lower back as he nodded at yet another guest. His grip tightened slightly as his eyes flicked down to me. “You okay?”I forced a smile and reached for my champagne flute. “Of course.”He didn’t buy it. Not for a second.Before he could press me for details, a familiar voice interrupted.“Rosa, you look stunning.”I turned to see Emilia, her belly just barely noticeable in the fitted silk