The Mafia Nanny Novel Novels & Stories

"What the hell?" I hold Jonas as I continue my story. "Once we were born, dad had the nanny and maids raise us. He was always too busy for us and it sucked, but he loved us enough to keep her away. The bad things she did were the same bad things that other mafia did. If anyone got her out, it has to be something to do with them." Annie jumps in, "I thought they were all gone."

His activities had impressed her parents and they saw him as a link to seal the mafia deal, with the extra benefit of him getting to keep an eye on their daughter. No one would dare hurt the wife of a dangerous underboss like Luca Antonio. She moved to the door and pulled it open to see Hannah waiting with a tray that carried a venti cup of coffee. Nica had almost forgotten she asked for one when she came in with Luca. Are the maids this lazy in the villa? She might have to teach them how to attend to their boss with haste. Hannah said quickly to her, "The espresso machine got faulty. I had to find my around making--"

he said in a sad tone. I froze when he mentioned the word mafia. It reminded me of my past and everything that happened that night flashed through my mind. we were even, no parents, only child but why did I even ask? I should have just kept my big mouth shut, I didn't even notice I was about to cry till he asked "are you okay?" "Yes" I replied trying to force back my tears inside, I really needed something to distract him because he was walking towards me. "what's that smell?" I asked then he yelped.

He took a slow breath and let it out. "She was good," he said. "I mean actually good. Not the performance of it but she was." He paused. "I met her when I was twenty-five and she worked in a bookstore on the west side. It was a small place and she reorganized the whole crime fiction section so that all the mob books were spine out." He stopped and almost smiled. "Said she was tired of glorifying men who hurt people." Bella laughed softly. "I like her already."

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.

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.

“My baby brother is getting married! Let’s go buy a ring fit for the future Mafia queen, with diamonds that sparkle like her dangerous allure.” *** After an unsettling conversation with Connor, Janet’s mind was filled with disturbing thoughts. To distract herself from the incessant voices in her head, she sought solace in the pages of a new novel. Lounging on the couch, she let her long legs dangle over the edge, engrossed in a new Mafia book about Cosa Nostra. Halfway through, she let out a groan of disappointment at the ending. She planned to toss the book onto the coffee table, but it slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.

The ride back to North villa was a very silent one. Marco was beside Maximo as he sat quietly in the backseat. No one speaks at all. They all honor the silence of the Italian Mafia Boss who just lost the woman who had nurture him from birth. Maximo still couldn't believe Nanny Benny is dead,she was killed cruelly by... He shook his head to keep from thinking about how hurt it would have been for Nanny Benny. Tears didn't flow at all from his eyes but deep down in his heart, he was wailing. After all he is the Mafia boss, the lifeline of masses. He shouldn't show his weakness anywhere and anytime.

I slammed the door in his face as I left the car, knowing that I didn't want his venomous words to poison my mood. At Starbucks, I took my time before I entered, praying that it was no-one else but Mia. For the umpteenth time as I left the Giovanni estate, I hoped that she came alone, that she hadn't been followed. She was alone. She sat in a corner, the same sunshades she had worn that morning concealing her eyes, and the scarf completely writing off the fact that she was the old woman who controlled and supervised activities in the kitchen of one of the most notorious Mafia lords in Cleveland.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.