The Mafia Nanny Novel Novels & Stories

I pleaded. "Are you going to kill me?" I mumbled with suspicion. "It depends on what mood I'm in..." He stated. He's joking... right? "What about right at this moment, like right now?" I continued Silence. "Are you in the mafia?" I inquired He's soooo in the mafia. Leaning back into my chair with a sigh, my eyes widened when we pulled up to a luxurious mansion. I watched, as both men stepped out of the car they conversed for a while, then the blondie walked to one of the many cars parked here, got inside and drove off.

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

she stopped. She remembered the newspaper she had read when she was ten. With the captions Ricci’s strikes again? Over the picture of Cassie’s house covered in flames and the people who died in the massacre. Cassie grabbed the file the headmistress gave her, with trembling hands. As she looked to her employer, she couldn’t believe her eyes, “The Ricci Mafia?” Was she going to be the nanny for the person who possibly murdered her parents? “It’s a great offer. But it will not be as easy as you think. Don’t take it, Cassie,” said the Headmistress, walking towards Cassie, “I am bound to convey the offer, but I urge you to refuse.” She grabbed Cassie’s hands.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

I set the glasses on the bar and begin drying them one by one. "What if I wanted the doll to make my drink?" The man asked coldly. "She can't. It's against the law for someone without a liquor license to make alcoholic drinks in any establishment." Cass replied politely and began making the man's drink. "You work for the mafia and you're worried about upholding the law?" The man laughed. Mafia!? What the actual fuck did I just hear? Cass works for the mafia? "I'm afraid I dont know what you're talking about." Cass said nonchalantly. The mysterious man smirked and looked at me. Just as he was about to say something, Rafael and his guest came walking up behind him.

I guess he could still surprise me after all these years. “I suppose Roman Industries is not doing well?” I said as I closed the file and looked up. “Oh, it’s doing well, alright,” He leaned back on his chair. “This is just your mess.” “My mess?” I laughed. “I don’t remember getting involved with any Mafia.” “That’s because you’re naive, son. You do remember Anna, don’t you?” “Anna Reading?” I asked. “She was taken care of months ago.” “Apparently, not.” He leaned on the table. “She’s the daughter of the biggest Mafia in America right now and you pissed her off good, didn’t you?”

Heck he would show no mercy if the Patriots lost and probably show no mercy and celebrate if they won. Carlos started rubbing my feet, after finishing his taco. "What's your book about?" I looked over at the tv...commercial time...."Teenage mafia and romance." "Soooo...like Men being made?" "Its called Mafia Royals, and women are allowed to be made at 18. Its their birthright."

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 felt like a woman who had finally found a way to make a mafia boss pay for her mother’s recovery. A muffled curse, followed by the sound of glass shattering, echoed from the room next door. I pushed the connecting door open without knocking. "You know, for a guy who's supposed to be an untouchable mafia boss, you’re making enough noise to alert every neighbor in the province," I said, leaning against the doorframe.

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.