The Mafia Nanny Novel Novels & Stories

So here she was, in her best interview blouse, the dark blue one with the small pearl buttons that her mother had given her years ago, filling out a form that asked questions no standard nanny application had ever asked her. Do you have any current or former affiliations with law enforcement, federal agencies, or private investigation firms? She wrote No. Are there any individuals you would describe as having a hostile interest in your personal activities or movements? She stared at that one for a while. She thought about her ex-boyfriend, Marcus, who texted her once a month at two in the morning with messages she did not respond to. She decided that did not qualify as hostile in the way thi

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.

He leaned back in the chair and pulled a cigar out of a drawer while he waited for his new sex item to arrive. He had heard about the drama that unfolded at the restaurant and now he can't wait to see the girl that dared to confront his men. This was new to him. As the leader of a legendary mafia gang, Donatello Rossini, also known as "boss," was taken aback; no one had dared to speak back to his men, much alone look them in the eye, but she had done more, which infuriated him the most. *** Julia assisted her mother by cleaning the restaurant while the middle-aged woman cleared the kitchen. They were finished for the day, and she could not wait to take a break, even though she knew it would

All mafia. She walked over to Marco, whispering urgently, “Does it really have to be this intense? This feels like I’m about to invade a country.” “Boss’s orders, ma’am,” Marco whispered back calmly. Anna shook her head with a helpless chuckle. “I’m just going to a mall, not a shootout.” She turned to Brittany and smiled. “Let’s go.” She slid into the car, heart still hammering from everything—the morning lessons, the power she was now wrapped in, and the suffocating feeling of being paraded as Mrs. Alessandro Esposito.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Eve stared at her with a small smile, wondering what she was gonna asked. “What kind of man is he?” “You won’t believe it if I tell you.” Eve pulled closer to her and looked sideways. “What, you’re the only one at home.” She followed her gaze as she looked around carefully. “So?” She pressed, and Eve could feel the curiosity burning in her voice. “He’s a mafia.” She whispered. Fanny gasped with a hand over her mouth. “Eve!” She lamented. “...how could you be involved with a man that dangerous! What if he hurts you?”

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.”

He spoke carefully, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. With a small huff, I nod knowing that- unlike me-mamá was tied to the Italian mafia. The same mafia that saved us from danger and took us away all those years ago. The same mafia I should be grateful for. Mamá loved all of these men, but it was hard for me to come to terms with it considering I was never allowed to meet or see any of them. The only exception being Ethan and the now late Don Sebastian Gonzalez. And when I was lucky enough to get mamá to share some stories before bed, she would only ever tell me good things about the prince.

My mum burst into a harsh, bitter laugh that echoed in the room, making me feel even more foolish. "Do you really think it’s that easy, Chloe?" she asked, still laughing as if I had told the most ridiculous joke. The laugh didn’t reach her eyes, though. It was a laugh filled with regret and hopelessness. "Anna is not just some helpless girl we can brush aside. She’s the daughter of a notorious mafia boss—the Italian mafia boss, for God’s sake. And her mum? She was a mafia princess, tied to one of the most powerful crime families in Italy. Both families are backing her now." My mum's words hit me like a ton of bricks, each revelation more shocking than the last.

“Everything is so messed up.” Tears gush down my face and Sunny comes over to embrace me. “Everything would be alright.” “I knew that getting into this mafia would entail some kind of pain but I just can’t seem to handle all these ups and downs.” I say through tears. Sunny nods and comforts me. “When I joined the mafia, I was also scared and thought that there was no way I could summon courage and strength to face the world.” She continues. “You’re not weak Yanna, this is a smart move you took.”