Romans & histoires The Mafia Nanny Kiss

"You may now kiss your bride." Alexander gave Ashly a bright smile as he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Ashly neck and kissed her. Not knowing what to do, Ashly stood there, letting Alexander deepen the kiss. When Alexander finally ended the kiss and stepped back, Ashly was sure her face was bright red. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time ,Mafia Don and his Donna ," announced Cat. "According to Mafias custom mafia don change the Donna name"

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

Bold red marker at the top. NANNY WANTED I blinked, my brain trying to make sense of it. A nanny? Then I read the line underneath, and my breath caught. Pay: Two Million. Advance Payment Available.

But my lips found hers. And he didn't reject me. He kissed me in return. A thrill crosses me. It’s not Santino. This is not what I should do. But at that moment, I am no longer the wife of a cold and distant mafia. I am a mourning woman, who is desperately looking to breathe.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of tomato and oregano, but it didn't soothe me like it normally did. "Why eleven?" I asked, attempting to maintain a steady tone. The average Mafia member didn't completely initiate until they were sixteen years old. "Is it because of his dad?" Umberto stopped moving and grinned, flashing a golden incisor. "You believe that because he is the Boss's son, he has it easy? The decision was made to initiate him early because he killed his first man at the age of eleven." Gianna shrieked. "He's an evil monster."

I neither heard the cry of my child, nor saw her face. That night, Nora-The Mafia Queen died and Camilla- The Stripper, was born.

She was staring at me, her front pressed against me and her hair falling on my shoulders. We were too close,each feature of her face looked more prominent and beautiful from this close. My eyes fall on those tempting lips and I try to divert myself and look back at her eyes. She was staring back at me,as lost in me as I was in her. I could feel her breath on my lips and I held my breath. Fu** Why can't I just kiss those lips! Why I, Marco Black the most feared mafia in the world was afraid of expressing his own feelings to a girl.

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should