The Mafia's Nanny
Whatever Allesio said made Victor chuckle, a deep, genuine sound I’d heard maybe twice in my life.
Impressive.
“Your friend is quite charming,” a familiar voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I turned to see Daniela, the wife of one of our family’s business partners, her perfectly painted lips curling into a knowing smile.
“Friend?” I repeated, arching a brow.
Daniela’s laugh was soft and knowing. “Oh, come now, Rosa. Don’t play coy. I see the way he looks at you. The way you look at him.”
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