Todos los capítulos de Nanny For The Mafia Boss : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

(NFTMB)Chapter 61Alessandro (His Fifteenth)I had always known who I was and what I was meant for. So much more than regular. I knew what I signified in my family and in society in general. Nicholas Rossi, my father would always tell me that as the firstborn child and firstborn son, that I was invincible, untouchable and indestructible. He made me believe that I was a god. He drilled it into my head that I was the price. Besides, I was what he prayed for in a child even though I ultimately sent him to his early grave. He told me countless times that the world was just beneath my feet and that being born into his family wasn't only a wake up call to the numerous responsibilities placed upon my shoulders since birth, he made me see it as a gift. I was on top of the world. Nicholas Rossi ruled the world during his own time as Don and now that it is my own turn to be Don, the world was my fucking oyster. I owned that shit. It was mine to do with as I pleased. Right from a very

(NFTMB)Chapter 63Victoria (The Wedding Dress)I nuzzled my face deeper into the pillows as I felt someone softly shaking my body probably to wake me up. Was it Alessandro? Hadn't he had enough? Does he plan to kill me now and then marry someone new?The claws of sleep were too strong and too tempting for me to escape from. I have had a very terrible time and I need to sleep. I turned to the other side ignoring whoever was trying to wake me up from my precious sleep. “Victoria, hey wake up”. The voice gently said. Wait a minute. It can't be Alessandro. He is never this gentle or soft-spoken. If I had been kicked in the butt or bitten on my back or my ass I would have been sure that it was him but this person was just gently nudging me to wake up. Yes, bitten in the butt, I said that, I know. He did that. The voice was just very patient and would often giggle.I ignored the voice after it stopped for a while. Finally, But then the comforter was dragged away from my body

(NFTMB)Chapter 65Alessandro (Her Finger On The Trigger)And so I had one of the most comfortable rests I have had all my life. It wasn't even on a bed. No. I slept on my wife's chest. She wrapped her arms tight around me as I drifted off to sleep. She had tossed my jacket, loosened my tie and removed my shirt. I felt very comfortable on top of her. She had her arm wrapped around me as her other hand gently massaged my scalp relieving my ache a lot more. If this was another woman I would never have tried to fall asleep on top of her. I wouldn't give anyone the chance to be one step ahead of me. Not even Roberta or all the women I've slept with in the past had the privilege of being in my room and on my bed. No. Roberta had her own separate room and I believe that is why she thought she could have an affair behind my back without me knowing. Her mistake. It was only Amara and Victoria that I had brought to my bed and also the only women I had fucked in my bed. I would go

(NFTMB)Chapter 67Alessandro (I Am Your Victim)“Have you gone mad?”That was the only word that could describe the face of the woman laying naked beneath me with her chest rising and falling in anger. I couldn't fathom that this was the same woman that would cower away and get all shy and flustered around me. This is a new crazed side to Victoria. Even as I held my hand over mouth her eyes still held fury and rage as she glared at me with her nose flaring in anger. She looked wild, fierce and untamed. A total opposite of the composed and timid girl I impregnated and have since been sleeping with. “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”. I asked her knowing fully well that she couldn't respond due to my hand slapped over her mouth. I removed my hand from her mouth after noticing that she was squirming and itching to speak out. “Yes, I've lost my mind! You made me lose my mind, Alessandro. You wrecked my life and ruined all my plans for my future. I curse the day I met you, Alessa

(NFTMB)Chapter 69Alessandro (The Walking Ghost)I sat back in my seat in my office and looked out the glass window to see my wife sitting in the garden with Matteo. This scene is quite familiar as this has happened before. A long time ago. The very first time I got a peek of her rebellious tattoo. The only difference then and now was that back then she was just my son's single and definitely not a pregnant nanny.Now I was looking at Matteo with his stepmother. My pregnant wife, Victoria. That was the difference. Approximately four months ago, she wasn't pregnant but she was now. Her eyes didn't hold the shine or sparkle anymore, it didn't hold that natural twinkle that it used to hold before when she was single and carefree. When she would laugh and mess around freely. Since after the wedding she had become like that, dull and lifeless. Almost like a walking ghost. She and her lover had both turned away from each other all because of me. I'm glad that Valentino knows to