My Gangster Babysitter
“Listen, Kai. I know you’d rather help us on the ground than take care of Berenice, but I’m counting on you. You two are of relative age. Please take care of her for me.”
How can I ask him to relieve me of babysitting duty when he sounds like that? Desperate and tired. I had been working for the Martinelli mafia for three years, and I had never heard Klaus speak like that, much less the word ‘please.’
“Of course,” I sighed, those words leaving a sour taste on my tongue. “I’ll keep her safe, Bossman.”
“Thanks, Kai, I owe you one,” he murmured.
I pinched my eyes closed once the call ended. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’