The Mafia Nanny Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

I’ve debated about watching p**n or trying to look stuff up on the internet but somehow I feel like it won’t be enough. Anxiety eats at me as Nico’s black town car drops us off. We enter the burlesque club, which is packed with people. I know we have a VIP table spot so getting in and finding a seat won’t be an issue. Another perk of mafia life is access everywhere and anywhere. I can’t believe I’m counting being in the mafia a perk, but maybe I should stop fighting my fate and find away to make some good out of it. That thought will have to wait as Nico and Anthony lead me to the brothel instead of the VIP table in the burlesque club. My anxiety spikes as we go down the stairs leading to th

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

Like MY queen. My mamà had been blissfully naive about the mafia. She chose to ignore the parts of our world that she'd rather not get to know. She was the sweetest woman with the kindest heart, and the mafia had torn her to pieces, chewed her up and spat her out for her kind soul.

I am truly blessed to have him in my life. A black jeep screeches to a halt in front of the entrance, sending spirals of dust into the air. Tore and Rose are here. I walk down the staircase and open the passenger door to see my sister all dolled up and smiling. Her blonde hair is styled in beautiful curls and she is wearing perfume. My lips lift into a smile, I can see that she is having fun with the money I sent her and mother. The mafia pay well but I have to be honest, work is not all a bed of roses here. In fact, work as a member of the mafia is brutal.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

“You’re nineteen. Dropped out of community college last year to help your dad with bills. Your mom died when you were twelve in a car accident. Your sister Sofia is sixteen and she lives with your aunt now because your dad can’t keep it together. You send her money every week. You hate olives. You sleep with the window open even in winter.” Her mouth went dry. “How do you know all that?” “I asked.” “When?” “The night you started.” She shook her head. “You’re lying.” “Try me.” She stared up at him and his grip on her wrists loosened a little. But he didn’t let go. “Let me go home,” she said softer. “Please. I’ll pay you back for the room. The food. Everything.” “No.” “Why not?” “Because Rossi

“He does have eyes for good things.” And they all laughed out again. Everyone except Alessandro and Alessandro’s father, who she was very sure hated her to the core. It would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous at all. Sitting at a round table with scary-looking mafia lords was enough to keep her at the edge of her seat while struggling to force the food down her throat. They all had scars just like Alessandro but theirs didn't seem like they bore meanings like his or maybe it was because it felt like she had been close to a side of Alessandro that she didn't think she would see.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

And we make love like before. I woke up in my nanny’s Silva’s voice. I heard her singing her favourite song while cooking. The smell of garlic fried rice makes me hungry that is why I stand up and pray to start my day. My nanny teaches me to pray before starting my day and pray again before sleeping; that is why I always follow what she taught me. I comb my long, straight black hair. I remember nanny Silva didn’t want to cut my hair because she said my hair was naturally smooth and straight, making me look like a barbie. I brushed my teeth too and hurriedly went downstairs excited like a kid to greet everybody good morning. I saw mama sitting, reading her book while drinking her coffee. I al