The Mafia Nanny Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He is a TRILLIONAIRE! Not only that, but he is also a Mafia boss. However, surprisingly, his mafia doesn't engage in killing like other criminal organizations. Instead, he protects people, which has earned him many enemies, or so I've heard. To be honest, I don't know much about him, and I have never really bothered to find out. This is because of what happened between us five years ago, on my birthday. Jessica and I made a pact to get extremely drunk on our 20th birthday. It was on that day that I met Bryan for the first time. Despite being my brother's best friend, I had never crossed paths with him before, unlike Jessica, who had spent a lot of time with him while growing up. This was bef

She doesn't even know. She was weak but not this much to take every rubbish about herself. Her breathing was harsh, this anger was not her thing but He pushed her buttons. Falcone gave her a mockry smile and his macbook. Nandini furrowed her brows but held his macbook “You talk so much! My ears started to bleed. Okay you said I am a criminal but do you know whoever called me criminal never being alive to prove this? “ He laughed. Now Nandini felt goosebumps ''I am in Mafia…and what did you just ask who AM I to you? "Falcone whispered near her ear , her neck hair stood in fright

The journey where he would close a chapter and open a brand new one. *** Iris Saint landed into new York that bright shiny afternoon. She is just like always but much better. However her heart couldn't stop thudding. She had go against the man who had love her everytime and everyday. She had tosses away his good reason and the funeral that means so much to all the Italian Mafia organization. Truth is she is the real architect of Nanny Benny's death. All the incident connected to the beautiful Iris Saint who has her hair swept backward in a beautiful casual waves.

As I made her down the remaining water, she was fully aware and now looking at me with mixed emotions. "There are so many things that's transpired in my life, Jade." I began. "I wonder if you'd be able to take it!" I put the glass by her foot on the floor and hesitantly took her hands. It was a wonder that she wasn't jerking me away already. I was glad because I needed this. I've needed her, skin to skin, beside me back then when I performed the deed in the last forty eight hours. "I am a gangster now, Jade. I joined a mafia alliance consisting of four different mafia bosses." I opened the chest of all details in front of her and let her take a peek through everything I've accumulated over t

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

Her hands ached to ask more — about the mansion, the other servants, the man himself, but there was a tone in the woman's voice that indicated curiosity would not be welcome. She went outside. The cold night air wrapped around her again, sharper now, with the salty flavor of the bay. The neon name of the agency behind her projected a flicker, humming quietly like an irritated insect. She went left, sticking to the borders of the street where shadow persisted on the aged stone structures. Naples at night had a rhythm of its own, the far-off thump of bass from a club, the growl of a late-night quarrel, the screech of tires on damp asphalt.

I felt like a woman who had finally found a way to make a mafia boss pay for her mother’s recovery. A muffled curse, followed by the sound of glass shattering, echoed from the room next door. I pushed the connecting door open without knocking. "You know, for a guy who's supposed to be an untouchable mafia boss, you’re making enough noise to alert every neighbor in the province," I said, leaning against the doorframe.

With my resuming kitchen fully, Patty Mama had also requested a personal nanny. She said she wanted to always be in the kitchen with me, but she couldn't watch me do everything. She needed someone new, who would listen to her and not challenge her like the chefs we had already had. The previous day, Antonioni had hired a nanny for her from one of the agencies in town. Mama Espe. Patty Mama had left me a note on the marble counter, through Mama Espe: “If your hand can still bless us tonight, make the paella. We’ll do all the peeling.”

His words still rang in my head even today. "You are going to act like my beautiful little spy in that mansion. Get me all the information I need to take them down, especially the don and all of his immediate family. And then we'll take over the mafia. Imagine the power we would hold, baby girl. You would be the princess of the strongest family in the world." This time, it was not a text message but a call. So I shot back, “And why do you think I would join you in your evil schemes? I am not a part of you and your stupid mafia.”

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.