My Gangster Babysitter
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“Berenice is here.”
I’m certain Benny didn’t tell anyone about us. If she did, I wouldn’t be standing here, breathing and dreading seeing her again. I’d be six feet under, or worse, burning in the hellfire of his father or Klaus’ anger.
“How is she?” The question was out of my lips before I realized it.
Markus kept his eyes on Mikael, his large hand ready to catch the child as he slowly took a sitting position.
Mikael is the little version of Klaus, green eyes and dark curls, and also inherited his grumpy mood. He started grunting when he couldn’t get a hold of the biggest owl dangling from the center of the overhead gym.