The Mafia Nanny Novel Novels & Stories

Three years later, I returned to New York on my husband's arm. We were there on family business. Dante was called away for something urgent, leaving me to wait for him at his private club. I never expected to run into Joey, the man I hadn't seen in three years. "That's enough, Adriana. Stop with the childish tantrums." "Our son Angelo's almost six. He needs care. I'm being generous, offering you a position as his nanny." I laughed. What was this idiot talking about? He was calling the most feared and revered Donna in all of New York a nanny?

"Well, we should talk about that. We aren’t going to be able to do it all. We will need a nanny or nannies in order to help us take care of the children–" I started to object as a knot of fear built up in my throat, but Jaxon raised his hand to stop me. "I know we had an issue with Dana. It’s hard to use normal people who aren’t in the life. We vetted her several times and she still had issues. If we use mafia nannies, it’ll go better," he insisted. I raised an eyebrow. "What? We have mafia nannies?" He smiled and nodded. "Oh yes, we have families that have women that work on watching the children and helping to raise them in the life. They are trained the same way we are to fight and defend

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.

"Antonia Maria de Silva. Born September 30, 1983 to Anthony and Marie de Silva of Firenze, Italy. Came over on work visas back in the day. Applied for and received naturalized citizenship. Set up shop in NYC. Papa de Silva ran a street gang. Sex workers, protection racket, insurance, gambling, drugs. Anything that made a buck, de Silva had his hand in." "Great. Why is the daughter trying to poach New Trenadie?" I asked. "Seems she and Papa had a bit of a falling out. He killed her one true love. Blah, blah, blah. She took a hit out on him. He shot her for it." I winced. "Isn't family supposed to be the tippy top of priorities for the mafia?" Nik chuckled. "At least it is in the movies. Appar

Kade instructed, pointing to the leather armchair near the hearth. I sat down, pulling my legs up under the shirt. Kade grabbed another towel and stood behind the chair. He started to towel-dry my hair, rubbing the strands between the fabric. There was a soft knock at the door. "Come in," Kade called out, not stopping. The door opened and Mrs. Halloway walked in carrying a silver tray. She looked from me to Kade, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the Mafia King drying his nanny's hair, but she didn't say anything.

“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 know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to understand something: I’m not just looking for a nanny. I need someone who can protect her, who can be there for her. My world isn’t easy, and I want you to know the gravity of this role.” His words sent a chill down my spine, reminding me how stupid I was to agree to this. “What do you do?” I asked quietly, although I already had an inclination. “I think you already know,” he replied just as quietly as I did. I gulped. He was in the mafia. And with the looks of it, he was most likely a don. “I understand,” I replied, my voice steady. “I’ll do my best to ensure Francesca feels safe.” He nodded, a flicker of approval crossing his features. “

"Actually, I think it's the perfect revenge. Antonio can watch from the grave as his little girls dance and whore themselves out for my money. He did this to them, after all." I say it loud enough for them to hear it. They fall silent for a moment, digesting my words before continuing their discussion. Danny nods in agreement. "I'll just keep a close eye on these putas (bitches)." "Good, they'll stay at the estate until their debt is paid." Danny might become a glorified babysitter for the next six months, but he knows he'll be well-compensated for it. I always take care of my familia (family). "Okay, we've decided," the feisty Mama interjects.

“You want to be around me, Grace? Then you should know the kind of world I built.” My stomach twisted. I had guessed parts of it. I have thought he was into guns, drugs, and trafficking, but seeing it this real and organized was another thing entirely. “This is how you make your money?” I asked, my voice above a whisper. “This is how I built power,” he corrected. “Legit fronts, dirty roots. That is how the mafia works. In this life, you either own the system or you get eaten by it.” I looked around again, at the people working like it was just another Monday at work. No fear. No hesitation.

I was completely wowed and thrown aback because when I was first taken by Nate and his men to his house, I was stunned at how beautiful the place was. But then now that I see this, this place was much more beautiful. Everything was in place and I wondered why it was built in that kind of area in the first place. Then seeing everything like this I also thought to myself how Nate made his money. I was completely ignorant to the outside world and the mafia lifestyle but seeing all this I can imagine why Lisa warned me not to go close to Nate or even have anything to do with him. She always said that Nate was a mafia and he had a lot of dirty businesses apart from his construction company.