The Mafia's Nanny
But now, it was like someone had built a wall between us overnight.
“Of course, Mr. Castillo,” I replied, forcing a polite smile. I’d gotten the message loud and clear: whatever connection I thought we might have shared, it was gone. Not like we’d ever really been friends, I reminded myself. I was just a poor, unimportant girl. And he… he was Alaric Castillo, a mafia don.
He rose from the bed, his movements precise, controlled. Francesca looked up at him, her small hand reaching for his, but he pulled away, his attention already elsewhere.
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