Romans & histoires The Mafia Nanny Kiss

Elena felt herself become overrun with want. Then Elena heard a man whistle—and she was reminded of their audience. She was reminded why she had even dared to kiss her boss in the first place. Elena pulled away from Massimo and turned back to the other mafia members. She didn't dare look Massimo in the eye, too ashamed of how vulgar she had acted. She already felt awful about springing a surprise kiss on a man who clearly wasn't over his ex yet. An older mafia gentleman cleared his throat. "That was a fine game, young lady. But why don't we have some more refreshments before we go another round?"

“You want me to bug a mafia don’s house by babysitting?” “We want you to be his most trusted employee. The nanny has access to the entire household. The private study, the dinner table, the pillow talk if he’s stupid enough to have anyone over.” Carter’s gaze was flat. “Your mission is to embed, observe, and relay any financial ledgers, meeting details, or chain of command you can find. The ultimate goal is the location of the offshore accounts. We collapse the money, we collapse the family.” I traced the photo of little Luca. He had a smudge of what looked like chocolate on his cheek. “And the children?”

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

I picked up my phone and swipe the screen up “Hello;” I said to him “How are you doing?” He asked “I’m fine, and you?” I asked him “Same here, just wanna hear your voice;” He said “Alright oh, I hope you have heard it now?” I asked smiling He smiled “Not really;” he said jokingly and we both laughed “That reminds me;” I said “What?” He questioned “Gist me about that your new nanny;” I said “Oh, is it Katrina? That girl eheh, she is so se*y, I like her die;” He said

She gave the nannies a small nod of thanks before turning back to her little ones. "Who aw you?" Gianna demanded, tiny hands on her hips as she faced the stranger before her. She stood a step away from Giovanni, chin tilted up, eyes unflinching. Not even the slightest trace of fear crossed her small face. Carly's eyes burned hot as she watched father and daughter. She caught the subtle movement of Giovanni's Adam's apple, bobbing once, twice, as if words had abandoned him. Then, slowly, he lowered himself onto one knee, bringing himself level with the little girl.

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?

Taking care of an entitled five-year-old hadn’t exactly been my life plan, but with a sick mother and a deadbeat drug-addict father to take care of, any job was an opportunity I couldn’t afford to lose. And that included working as a nanny for a kid whose dad basically ran the New York mafia. The glass-panel doors of the kitchen were pulled open and heavy, controlled footsteps echoed against the black-and-white tiles. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear in the form of Dominic Sokolov. He held himself with a silent but deadly charisma that brought men and women to their knees alike. From his large, muscular body to his face’s perfect bone structure, he looked more like a Greek god than a

she says as she steps closer to him, exchanging a kiss on either side of his cheeks just as she smiles up at him. "I have. Next time I'm in Venice, I'll be sure to visit." He smiles at he just as she nods happily at him. For some reason, I feel a wave of jealousy pass through me, but then I quickly remember that it is a common greeting in Italian culture to exchange a kiss on the cheek, at least from what I've seen. Not only that, but there is something motherly about Donna Mariana. I didn't know women could hold positions of power in the mafia, so she leaves me the most curious out of everyone here.

At Home – The Mafia is Now a Father Antonio’s Mansion – A Few Hours Later The soft cries of a newborn echoed through the master bedroom of the mansion. Antonio leaned back in his chair, cradling a tiny baby in his arms—one with the same dark eyes as his own. Cassandra stood nearby, watching him with a tired but radiant smile. "How about you wash your hands first before touching our child, Mr. Mafia?" she teased, crossing her arms over her chest. Antonio looked up at her with a mischievous grin.

Thank you ‘Porta il bambino da me’ [Bring the child to me] Don Giovanni commanded and his men obeyed instantly, dragging the helpless Nanny and her little charge from the room they had been locked in since the coup three days ago. Marcia, the Nanny, was terrified, she was just nineteen and had been appointed Nanny to the child a month ago. Straight out of college, she had not been able to conceal her joy at landing such a prestigious position with her first application. Her friends had been so jealous when she told them of the handsome rich Italian who had hired her. His wife had died and he needed someone to care for his five-year-old daughter, the salary was amazing and she got to live in