The Yakuza's Guide To Babysitting Characters Novels & Stories

As they aged throughout the years, the two of them realized that they hadn't given Thalia and Luciano a good childhood, so they were willing to make it up to their very first granddaughter—Lucille. However, that was easier said than done. Now that they were faced with the cute little child in the penthouse they rented for the next three days, they didn't really know what to do. Their ingenuity in the mafia couldn't really be transferred to child-rearing, and it has become very obvious in how they interacted with Lucille. “I’m hungry,” Lucille said, interrupting the two old men’s conversation. Emiliano and Warren froze in their spots. “Shit,” Warren cursed under his breath.

The child I was referring to is the one I almost murdered with her grandma when I stupidly accepted an assignment because I was distracted by my relationship with Dum while I was still a NYX. Before I could respond, the door opened, and I hastily mumbled something to Mr.Cat ["Okay sir, thank you very much, that will be a great assistance, and I will definitely make up for it next time"] and stopped the call. " Who was that?" Dum asked me after the call ended. "Oh, it's the babysitter who was looking for my kids back home," I said as I lied. Dum was taken aback by my response. "What did he say to you? No one was looking for your children when you weren't there?" He asked two questions at once

For a moment, I’m frozen. It’s not what I expect, but I don’t back down. Leaving isn’t an option… not for me. Not for a La Rosa. “What do you mean, leave?” I ask, my voice, a controlled force. Even though my heart is pounding as hell. “You think I’ll run because the Gambinos or De Lucas want to finish us off? I’m ready, Papà. Let me stand with you.” He looks at me, staring at my face, as if he’s seeing a foolish child, as if he can’t believe I don’t understand. “The issue is not the Gambinos or De Lucas.” His voice drops, steady and grim. “It’s the Yakuza.”

he muttered, knowing something. We halted slowly. I knew I had to pull my hoodie up. "I had a patient come up from one of those people. They belong to the Jade Cross. Kinda like...Yakuzas." Said Dr. Rayleigh. "What's a...Yakuza." "I really can't say much, but they're bad guys. And we need to leave." Dr. Rayleigh was rushing me for some reason. "Doctor, we've come this far. Let's take a photo at least," I whispered, slightly resisting as he tried to drag me away.

"Leave it open." Emma paused and granted Georgina's wish, leaving the door slightly ajar as they exited. Alone with her precious daughter, Georgina sighed contentedly, her heart brimming with joy and love. Georgina balanced the newborn baby, Sofia, in her arms as she breastfed her, occasionally taking bites from the meal Emma had thoughtfully brought for her. The labor room, once a place of anticipation and anxiety, had transformed into a sanctuary of maternal comfort. However, the tranquility was disrupted when a knock echoed through the room. Startled, Georgina lifted her gaze, seeking the source of the interruption. To her surprise, it was Gabriel, the Interpol agent she and Emma had enco

"I don't know, man. I can help you find a better person to watch over her. Someone without a criminal record. But me? I'm not sure I can do it with everything I have to handle. And I’m not much of a babysitter." "Good thing she's not a baby," he quipped. "And I don’t want to trust her to just anyone. Jazz is easily fooled, so trouble is always close to her. Even though she’s twenty-one, if you give her candy and talk to her about things she’s interested in, she’ll go with you. That’s how stupid she is." "Why me? Am I the only one you can ask for a favor?" "Nope. But you're the only person I trust not to . . . you know—"

She explained, “I had the skills they liked, but they never considered where and what type of thing that you're really suited for.” I then smiled at her, “It's fine. I'm sorry for being rude to you, but I'm tired of this life.” Then everything slowly faded and my vision turned black, feeling a pair of hands on my mine. So it's all just a dream? “Please wake up, the twins will miss their cosplayer nanny, you know?” A very familiar voice said. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled when Jaxon, my boss came into view, “Cosplayer nanny? That's funny.”

My brown hair is still pulled into a neat ponytail, and my equally brown eyes portray the right amount of eagerness. “Good evening, I’m Lila Garcia - the babysitter,” I mumble beneath my breath like I’ve been doing all the way here. I release a breath and then push the doorbell button. But as I wait patiently to be answered, my eyes swing sideways. Engraved on the mailbox is a name that has been responsible for most of my nightmares… Brooks.

He said it firmly, still locking eyes with me like he was issuing a direct challenge. I didn’t flinch. I simply watched him patiently, letting the silence stretch. My fingers drummed lightly on the arm of my chair as I took in the faces around the table, each one a king in his own bloody empire, each one hungry for more power. Kenji Sato, the leader of the Yakuza clan, sat quietly, his dark eyes observing everything without a word yet. Patrick O’Connell, the Irish mob boss, lounged back with a half-smirk, twirling a glass of water between his fingers as if this were all some grand entertainment. “It’s obvious the city has become unstable due to the constant retaliation, and everyone’s losing

"Don't you know? Lena is a convicted criminal. At ten years old, she murdered a innocent government official. How can she compare to the kind Miss Elena?" "I heard Elena's fiancé is Vincenzo Corleone, the Underboss of the Corleone family. He's young, talented, and devoted to her. He's been by her side constantly, even hiring personal therapists and filling her room with jewelry. They even ship her water from France."