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105Rosa’s POV The quiet knock on my door had me raising my head from my documents with a slight frown. Emilia wasn’t in the house, she couldn’t be the one. And it wasn’t any of the house workers or Irene. I just knew it. And I wasn’t expecting any visitors. So who could it be then?I picked up the documents, walked to the closet and locked them in it just as another knock sounded on the door then I went to get it.Opening the door, I found Allesio standing there, an uneasy expression on his face and it seemed like he was just about to walk away.“Hi,” I greeted, resting against the door and folding my arms.“Hey,” he grinned at me but he still looked uneasy.“What’s wrong?” I asked, raising a brow. It bothered me that he wasn’t his usual jovial self.“I…um well…I wanted to go into the city for a stroll. Clear my head. And I was wondering, do you want to come along or are you busy?” He asked, rubbing his hair casually but it wasn’t casual. He was nervous. Since when was he nervous?I
Last Updated : 2025-01-04The Mafia's Nanny 106
106Allesio’s POV The night was colder than usual, the kind that seeps into your bones no matter how many layers you’re wearing. The city streets were quieter too, save for the occasional hum of a car or the faint chatter spilling out from a bar a few blocks away. Rosa was ahead of me, walking with purpose, her steps quick but not rushed.I shouldn’t have followed her, not like this. It was an unspoken rule not to meddle in someone else’s business unless it served the family. But Rosa had a way of making me break my own rules. Maybe it was the way she carried herself when she was leaving the house. Like she was up to nothing good and she didn’t want anyone knowing what it was. If not she wouldn’t have sneaked out without telling even her best friend where she was going.I stayed close enough to keep her in sight but far enough not to crowd her. She’d made it clear she didn’t need a shadow. I ignored her.When she turned down a quieter street, I quickened my pace, closing the distance
Last Updated : 2025-01-04The Mafia's Nanny 107
107Allesio’s POV The world always seemed quieter after midnight. Maybe it was the stillness of the air or the absence of people rushing to be somewhere. Or maybe it was the way Rosa’s breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling steadily beside me.I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling of her room. She’d fallen asleep a few minutes ago, or at least I thought she had. Her head rested on my shoulder, her body curled into mine.I wanted to enjoy the moment. I should have enjoyed the moment. But there was no room for peace when you were playing both sides.Her warmth pulled me back to reality. Rosa shifted slightly, her hand brushing against my chest, and for a fleeting second, I wondered what it would be like to live a life where this wasn’t a job.“You’re quiet tonight,” she murmured, her voice soft and laced with sleep.I looked down at her, startled. Her eyes were half-open, watching me with a hazy curiosity.“Didn’t realize you were awake,” I said, my voice low.“Hard to slee
Last Updated : 2025-01-05The Mafia's Nanny 108
108Allesio’s POV The morning air hung heavy with the smell of fresh coffee and eggs, wafting in from the kitchen down the hall. I leaned against the marble counter in the dining room, watching Rosa pour herself a glass of orange juice. She moved with an elegance that seemed effortless, like someone who’d been raised to command attention without trying.“Rough night?” I asked, my tone light as I took a seat at the table.She glanced at me, one brow arching slightly. She gave me a knowing look and then proceeded to play along like I hadn’t spent the night in her room. “Not at all. Slept like a baby.”I smirked. “Impressive, considering the racket Irene was making earlier.”She chuckled softly, and it was the kind of sound that could soften even the hardest edges of a man like me.She joined me at the table, sliding into the chair across from mine. Her hair was still damp from a shower, loose waves cascading over her shoulders. She was casual today—jeans and a fitted sweater—but someho
Last Updated : 2025-01-05The Mafia's Nanny 109
109Rosa’s POV The ballroom gleamed under the light of a thousand chandeliers, a dazzling display of power and wealth that screamed my family’s influence. These events were routine—a stage for alliances to be maintained, deals to be whispered over glasses of champagne, and enemies to be assessed with polished smiles.Tonight, though, I wasn’t just representing my father. I was testing Allesio.I stood near the entrance, wearing a floor-length black gown that hugged me in all the right places, exuding the quiet confidence that was required in this world. Guests filtered in, their faces familiar: allies, rivals, and those who played the dangerous game of pretending to be neither.Then, there he was. Allesio.He walked through the arched doors like he owned the place, dressed in a tailored suit that seemed to enhance every ounce of his sharp confidence. His dark hair was slicked back just enough to look refined without losing its edge, and the way his gaze swept the room was both calcul
Last Updated : 2025-01-06The Mafia's Nanny 110
110Allesio’s POV The event was all gloss and shine, the kind of gathering that screamed wealth, power, and a hundred secrets whispered between champagne flutes. It wasn’t my first time in rooms like this, but tonight felt different. Not because of the high-profile faces or the sharp undercurrent of danger, but because of Rosa.I watched her move through the crowd, effortless in her charm, commanding in her presence. She was magnetic, pulling everyone’s attention without even trying. It was fascinating to see her in her element, but more than that, it gave me a glimpse of her world—a world I was supposed to infiltrate.But as I stood by her side, observing and calculating, I found myself distracted. Not by the glittering chandeliers or the murmured alliances being forged in the corners, but by the way her lips tightened when she saw *him*.It happened quickly, almost imperceptibly. A man approached—sharp suit, sharper eyes, his smile as thin as the blade he probably had hidden somewh
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111Rosa’s POV I wasn’t used to being caught off guard. In my world, surprises were rarely pleasant, and trust was a luxury most couldn’t afford. It was safer to anticipate every move, to read between the lines before anyone had a chance to strike.But then there was Allesio.It had been a long week. Meetings, negotiations, and the endless balancing act of keeping both my family’s interests and my sanity intact. I’d barely had time to breathe, let alone think about anything else. So when Allesio showed up this evening, his expression unreadable, I braced myself.“What’s with the look?” I asked, leaning against the doorway of the sitting room.He smirked, hands tucked casually into his pockets. “What look?”“That look,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “The one that says you’re up to something.”He chuckled, the sound warm and easy. “Maybe I am.”I crossed my arms, waiting. “Out with it.”Instead of answering, he pulled something from behind his back—a small, weathered book. At first glance
Last Updated : 2025-01-07The Mafia's Nanny 112
112Rosa’s POV The rain tapped softly against the windows, the steady rhythm filling the quiet space between us. Allesio sat across from me on the couch, his expression as easygoing as ever. There was something about the way he looked at me, like he wasn’t in a rush, like he could wait forever for me to say something. It was infuriating and comforting all at once.I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the deep red liquid catch the dim light of the room. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it never was—but tonight, it felt heavy kind of. My heart was filled with words I wasn’t sure I wanted to say.“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, breaking the stillness. His voice was low, warm, and it pulled at something deep inside me.“Just thinking,” I replied, lifting the glass to my lips.“About?”I hesitated, glancing at him. His eyes were steady, curious but not probing. Somehow, that made it harder to resist.“My father,” I admitted finally, my voice softer than I intended.He didn’t say
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314Matteo’s POV I wasn’t dumb enough to think flowers would fix everything.But I figured they wouldn’t hurt.Today was day fifteen, and I had a bouquet of her favorites—white lilies, blue hydrangeas, and those little yellow flowers she once told me the name of but I immediately forgot—delivered to her office. No big romantic gestures, no grand declarations, just something simple.And a note.Gianna, I meant what I said. I’m sorry. For everything. —MatteoShort. To the point. No extra fluff.I spent the next hour pretending I wasn’t thinking about it. Kept my head down, answered emails, even managed to sit through an entire meeting without checking my phone.Then my office door opened.I looked up, my pulse kicking up a notch, only to find Gianna standing there, holding the bouquet like it was a package she hadn’t ordered.“They’re nice,” she said.I waited, but that was it. No smile. No softening around the edges. Just a factual statement.“Glad you think so.” I tried for a smirk
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313Matteo’s POV I should’ve seen this coming. I should have known that this would happened ever since she disappeared for two months without saying anything.The coldness. The distance. The way Gianna looked at me like I was a stranger, like I hadn’t once known exactly how she liked her coffee, how she twisted the rings on her fingers when she was overthinking, how she sighed my name when I kissed the spot just below her ear.I should have know this would happened. I should’ve been prepared for all of it.But I wasn’t.So instead, I did what any rational man in my position would do—I tortured myself by replaying every single moment we’d ever shared, as if overanalyzing the past would somehow change the present.There were the small things. The way she used to roll her eyes at me but smile anyway. The way she’d call me an idiot, but then pull me closer like she didn’t really mean it. The way she’d lean into me when she was tired, like it was the most natural thing in the world.Then
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312Matteo’s POV Today was day five of trying to win her back. I waited until the end of the day.Not because I was scared, obviously. I just figured if I caught Gianna when she was about to leave, she’d have fewer escape routes.That was the plan. But, like most things involving Gianna lately, it didn’t go how I expected.She was already packing up when I walked into her office.“No knocking now?” she asked, barely sparing me a glance.I ignored that. “We need to talk.”She clicked her laptop shut and slipped it into her bag. “No, we don’t.”I exhaled. “Gianna.”She finally looked up, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “Matteo.”There was a time when her saying my name like that would’ve meant something else. Something teasing, warm, familiar. Now, it was nothing more than acknowledgment. And I hated it.I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “I just want to apologize.”She blinked. “For what?”That threw me off for a second. “For everything.”Her lips pressed together like she was
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311Matteo’s POV I am nothing if not persistent.Or maybe just stupid.Either way, I wasn’t going to let Gianna’s newfound ice-queen routine scare me off. Not yet.So, this next morning, I tried again. Showed up at her office with another coffee—because I’m thoughtful like that—and set it on her desk without a word. I figured a silent approach might work better this time. Less room for her to verbally rip me apart.She didn’t even blink. Didn’t look up, didn’t say thanks, didn’t acknowledge me at all. Just kept typing like I wasn’t even there.Alright then.I leaned against the edge of her desk. “Before you tell me you already have one, I checked. Your cup is empty.”Still nothing. But I saw the slight pause in her typing. A crack in the armor.Progress.“And before you say you don’t want it, this one isn’t coffee.” I nudged the cup closer. “It’s tea. Herbal. The kind you used to drink when you worked late.”That got her. The tiniest flicker of hesitation in her expression. Then, jus
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310Matteo’s POVI waited until lunch.Not because I was nervous. Definitely not. I just figured if I approached her too early, it would seem desperate. And I wasn’t desperate.But as I walked toward her office, a coffee in one hand, a file in the other — a completely real, work-related file, by the way — I felt something tighten in my chest. Like I was heading into enemy territory without armor.Gianna’s door was open. She was at her desk, typing something with the kind of focus that made it clear she had no interest in interruptions. Or people. Or, possibly, happiness in general.I knocked on the doorframe anyway. “Boss.”She barely looked up. “Matteo.”Not Matt. Not Teo. Not even an annoyed sigh. Just my full government name like I was any other employee who needed something from her.Okay. Cool. Professional. I could be professional.I stepped inside, setting the coffee on her desk. “Thought you could use this. Since, you know, you used to actually enjoy caffeine before you left.”
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309Matteo’s POV The office was buzzing the moment Gianna walked in.Not the kind of buzz that came with excitement. No. This was a different kind—muted whispers, stolen glances, people suddenly remembering they had work to do when she passed by. The kind of buzz that meant no one had expected her to show up today. Hell, I hadn’t expected her to show up today.And yet, there she was.Gianna Lorenzo, back in her corner office like she’d never left.Only, she wasn’t the same.I watched from my desk as she strode across the floor, her heels clicking against the tiles in sharp, deliberate beats. The last time I saw her, she was different. Softer, warmer, laughing at my stupid jokes even when she rolled her eyes. This version of her didn’t even glance at anyone. Didn’t offer a single smile. Just walked straight to her office, shut the door, and stayed there.Like a ghost returning to haunt its own life.“She’s… different,” Leo muttered beside me, tapping his pen against his desk.I didn’t
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308Rosa’s POV The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the apartment. I sat on the couch, nursing a cup of coffee, my fingers drumming against the ceramic. I’d come back to the states three days ago to finally pack up and move back to Italy. Across from me, Emilia stared, her lips pursed like she was trying to figure out how to respond to what I’d just told her.“You’re leaving,” she finally said, and it wasn’t a question.I nodded. “Yeah. I think it’s time.”She exhaled, leaning back against the couch. “Time for what? To run away? To bury yourself in business deals and pretend like you don’t care?”I rolled my eyes. “I’m not running away.”Emilia shot me a pointed look. “Rosa, please.”I sighed, setting my cup down. “I need a break. And I need to be there for my father. He’s been handling everything on his own for too long. It’s about time I stepped up.”She folded her arms. “And Allesio?”My stomach clenched at the mention of his name. I forced mys
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307Allesio’s POV The whiskey burned on the way down, but it wasn’t enough to numb the ache in my chest. Nothing was. The dimly lit bar around me hummed with the usual noise—clinking glasses, quiet chatter, the occasional burst of laughter that grated on my nerves. It was ironic how the world kept spinning, people kept living, and I was stuck in this endless loop of regret and self-destruction.I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, staring at it like it held the answers to my misery. Maybe if I drank enough, I’d finally stop seeing her face every time I closed my eyes. Maybe I’d stop hearing her voice in my head, the way she told me to stop chasing her like I was nothing more than an annoying shadow she couldn’t shake off.The bar stool next to me scraped against the floor, but I didn’t look up. I already knew who it was. Only one person would be stupid enough to come find me when I clearly wanted to be alone.Alaric sighed, loud and unimpressed. “How long are you going to do this?
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306Rosa’s POV The jet lag hadn’t hit me yet, but I was already very exhausted and felt done for the day.Italy looked the same as it always did—beautiful, timeless, like it existed in a different universe from the chaos I had left behind. I inhaled the crisp evening air as I stepped out of the sleek black car, the grand estate standing wide in front of me. The Smith family mansion. My father’s empire.The guards stationed outside barely blinked at my arrival, nodding respectfully as I walked past them. I had never lived here full-time, but it was still home in some ways. A piece of me, whether I wanted to admit it or not.The grand doors opened before I could even knock, and there he was—Romano Smith. The infamous Don. My father. He looked the same, even though it seemed he had grown older since the last time I saw him. He was dressed in his usual crisp three-piece suit, his silver hair combed back, his sharp eyes studying me the way they always did, like he was seeing everything I
