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The Mafia's Nanny 9
9Alaric’s POV. Watching Francesca, I couldn’t ignore the shift in her over the past few days. Since Emilia had come into our lives, my daughter had started to smile more, her laughter echoing through the house in ways I hadn’t heard in far too long. She was brighter, more joyful, and that alone made me feel less stressed. It was like a burden if some sort had been lifted off my shoulders.With Emilia at the hospital today, seeing her brother through surgery, I’d decided to take the day off to spend it with Francesca. Work could wait for once. My daughter needed me, and I wanted to give her something real—something beyond my often-busy, distracted self. Besides, it wasn’t often that I saw her this happy. She deserved this, even if just for the day.We spent the morning in the playroom, surrounded by her favorite toys. Francesca had an impressive collection, courtesy of my attempts to keep her entertained in my absence, but none of them seemed to bring her the joy that she got from si
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10Emilia’s POV. I paced outside the operating room, my stomach twisted into anxious knots, and my hands clasped tightly together as if the sheer force of my grip could channel all my fears and hopes for Matteo’s surgery. The hours felt endless, every minute stretching painfully, as though time itself was punishing me. I had done all I could, but that was the agonizing part. I couldn’t do anything now but wait.“Please, let him be okay,” I whispered, closing my eyes tightly, willing away the panic rising in my chest. My mind replayed every memory I had with Matteo, from his infectious laugh to his stubborn refusal to let life break him. He deserved a chance. A chance to live, to be free of this pain. I couldn’t imagine a life without him.The hall was quiet except for the occasional footsteps of nurses and the quiet beep of machines from nearby rooms. I watched each figure passing by, hoping it was a doctor coming to give me news, but every time, they walked past me without a second
最終更新日 : 2024-12-02The Mafia's Nanny 11
11Alaric’s POV Entering the office that morning, I was already in a volatile mood. The deal with the Morales family had barely survived the night, thanks to one of my men making the kind of error I couldn’t let slide. Everything I’d built depended on loyalty, precision, and control. Mistakes like his weren’t just errors; they were weaknesses.He sat across the desk from me now, visibly shaking as he waited for me to speak. I paced behind my desk, keeping my voice level despite the anger simmering underneath.“Explain to me how it was possible for you to misplace something as crucial as the delivery details?” I asked, voice low but firm.“I’m so sorry, Mr. Castillo,” he stammered. “I-it won’t happen again.”I stopped pacing, fixing him with a cold gaze. “You’re right—it won’t.”I drew my gun, watching his eyes widen in fear, but he didn’t try to run. He knew better. In my world, there was no room for second chances when betrayal or negligence was involved. I pulled the trigger, a sin
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12Emilia’s POV I woke early, as usual, with sunlight barely filtering through my window. I stretched, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead. Today felt different, though. The past few days had been a blur. I was still grateful to Alaric for helping me with Matteo’s bills. Despite his rough exterior, he’d been willing to help a stranger like me, something I hadn’t expected from a man like him—a man with power, influence, and a reputation that usually spelled danger. I’d thanked him, of course, and though he’d been stoic, I thought I’d seen a flicker of something softer in his eyes.I got dressed quickly and headed straight for Francesca’s room, as I did every morning. It had become a routine, a comforting one. I loved the little girl’s innocence, her bright smile, and how she lit up at the smallest things. She’d become the highlight of my day, and it felt like my purpose here was becoming clearer by the day.As I approached her door, I heard quiet murmurs from inside. Curious,
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13Alaric’s POV.The night was thick, heavy with an intensity that clung to the air like smoke. Our meeting with the Salvatore syndicate had been tense from the moment I walked in. It should have been a quick discussion, a negotiation to remind them where their limits were. But it looked and felt like they had other plans. As I looked around, my senses alert, I could feel their eyes on me—calculating, waiting. I knew what that meant. A fight was coming, and I welcomed it.It happened fast. A flash of movement, a clinking of a gun being drawn. I dropped to the floor just as a bullet whizzed past my head, embedding itself in the wall behind me. That was it. My men and I sprang into action, returning fire in a hail of bullets that filled the air with the deafening sound of gunshots.I moved through the chaos, focused and precise, my gun an extension of my arm. I knew how this would end. These men—loyal to a family with no loyalty to themselves—were just a hindrance, and I did not like hi
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14Emilia’s POV. I woke up to the dim light filtering through my window, making the room look soft. It was quiet this morning, peaceful even, but a knot of nerves tightened in my stomach. I was going to see Matteo today. My heart raced as I thought about it. The relief, the anxiety, and all the things I wanted to tell him…all of it built up winside of me like a tidal wave ready to crash. But first, I had to get Francesca ready.I moved as fast as I could, washing my face and throwing on some comfortable clothes. I ran a brush through my hair before leaving the room. I walked down towards Francesca’s room. Pushing the door open, I found her awake, already seated on her bed with a sleepy smile across her face. I grinned at her.“Good morning, Francesca,” I greeted her, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of her bed.“Good morning, Mommy!” she replied, reaching her arms up for a hug. I froze for a moment. She still hadn’t stopped calling me mommy. And no matter how much I told her
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15Alaric’s POV I stood by the window in the living room, watching the rain patter against the glass. It felt like a steady rhythm, filling up the silent house. It was one of those dreary days where the clouds hung low, heavy with rain, and the world outside felt muted and grey. I found myself lost in thought, wondering about my life.Just as I turned away from the window, I heard the front door open, and my attention snapped back to the entrance hall. Emilia walked in, her hair damp from the rain, and Francesca was right behind her, her little voice chirping with excitement.“Mommy! You’re back!” Francesca exclaimed, her eyes shining like little stars as she rushed towards Emilia.Emilia forced a smile, but there was something in her expression that caught my attention and I could see shadows in her eyes. She knelt down, arms open wide, and Francesca dove into her embrace. “I missed you, Francesca,” she said, her voice soft and warm, but there was an edge to it.“Did you see Matteo?
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16Emilia’s POV Alaric Castillo was the perfect definition of hot and cold. Nice and caring one minute, cold and dismissive the next. I didn’t even know what to make of it.When he first came to my room yesterday, I thought maybe he wanted to console me. He acted like it. And I think he actually wanted to, until he started speaking so coldly to me like he couldn’t care less that I was human and I had my own fair share of problems and emotions to deal with.I frowned, sitting up on my bed and staring at the standing mirror. My eyes were a bit red rimmed and puffy from all my crying yesterday, and I was in very low spirits right now but I had to find a way to brighten my mood before going to Francesca’s room. That was the downside of being a nanny to such an happy, bright girl, I guessed. I needed to always be in a good mood.I bit my lip, running my hands through my hair before picking up an headband which I had discarded on the bed yesterday. I put it over my hair before dragging mys
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288Emilia’s POV*TWO MONRHS LATER*I groaned, flopping back onto the couch in frustration. “Why did I think this was a good idea?”Rosa smirked, tossing a handful of tiny white pearls into my lap. “Because you love Alaric, and apparently, that means torturing yourself with a wedding.”“Right?” I grabbed one of the pearls and flicked it at her. “Seriously, why is this so hard? It’s just a dress.”“Just a dress?” She gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Excuse me? It is the dress, Emilia. The one you’ll remember forever. The one you’ll look back on in pictures and either sob in happiness or cringe in regret.”“Okay, thanks for the pressure,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.Rosa grabbed my arm, yanking me up. “Enough whining. We’re finding your dress today. Period.”“Fine,” I grumbled. “But if I die in a pile of lace, tell Alaric I love him.”She dragged me toward the changing rooms, rolling her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”Two hours later, I was so close to setting an entire brida
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287Alaric’s POVEmilia had been on my case all morning.“You need to talk to Allesio,” she said for the tenth time, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but this sulking thing you’re doing? It’s getting old.”I didn’t look up from the file in front of me. “I’m not sulking.”“You’re brooding,” she corrected. “And being dramatic.”I exhaled sharply, flipping a page just to look busy. “I don’t need to do anything, Emilia.”“Alaric.”“Emilia,” I mimicked, still not looking up.She smacked the back of my head.“Ow—”“Go talk to him,” she ordered. “You’re going to forgive him eventually, so just do it now and save me the headache.”I tossed the pen onto the table, rubbing my temples. “You don’t get it.”“I would if you actually told me what the hell happened,” she shot back. “But no, you just want to stomp around and glare at him like a five-year-old who had his toy stolen.”I narrowed my eyes at her. “This is bigger than that
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286Emilia’s POVI didn’t speak to him.Not when we left Alonso’s house. Not in the car. Not when we got home.I walked straight past him, up the stairs, and into our bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I wasn’t even sure why I was so angry. Maybe it was the betrayal. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the fact that every time I thought I finally knew everything about the man I loved, another secret came crawling out of the dark.I paced the room, my thoughts tangled in knots.Francesca.Not his daughter. Not biologically, at least.Dominic’s.And I had saved her. Me. Three years ago, without even realizing it.A knock sounded at the door. “Emilia.”I ignored him.The handle turned, and he stepped inside cautiously, as if he thought I might throw something at his head. A tempting idea.“Emilia, please.” His voice was quiet, tired. “Can we talk?”I folded my arms. “Oh, now you want to talk?”His jaw tensed. “I always wanted to tell you.”“Then why didn’t you?” I shot back
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285Alaric’s POVI was going to kill Emilia.Slowly. Painfully. And with great satisfaction.“You’re overreacting,” she said, not even looking at me as she fixed her earrings in the mirror.I let out a humorless laugh, crossing my arms. “You’re dragging me to have dinner with Alonso. That’s not overreacting. That’s a death wish.”Emilia sighed, finally turning to face me. “He agreed to the wedding, didn’t he?”I scowled. “Begrudgingly. There’s a difference.”She gave me a pointed look. “Alaric, he’s trying. And if you don’t at least pretend to try too, I swear to God—”I held up a hand. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll cut me out of your life, blah blah.” I let my head fall back. “Jesus. You’re really enjoying making me suffer, aren’t you?”Emilia smirked. “You have no idea.”I regretted everything the second we stepped into Alonso’s house.He barely spared me a glance as he gestured for us to sit at the long dining table, his expression set in that usual unreadable scowl of his. The man had two m
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284Emilia’s POVI exhaled, slow and steady, forcing my heartbeat to settle. My hands were still curled into fists at my sides, but the sharp edges of my anger had dulled, leaving me very exhausted.Alonso had gone quiet. Alaric, too.They were both thinking of the ultimatum, I was sure of it.I wasn’t going to repeat myself. I had laid it all out—either they figured out a way to tolerate each other, or they lost me. I meant every word.I wrapped my arms around my stomach, my body still thrumming from the adrenaline. My child’s future was at stake. I refused to let them grow up trapped between two men who refused to let go of the past.Finally, Alonso inhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “So that’s it? You’re threatening to cut me out of your life unless I… what? Accept this marriage? Accept him?” His voice was rough, tinged with something I couldn’t quite place.I held his gaze, unwavering. “Yes.”Alonso let out a bitter, humorless laugh. “You expect me to suddenly be okay
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283Emilia’s POV“Well,” I said, exhaling slowly, “at least now the marriage can finally go through without worrying about all this hatred between you and Alaric.” I looked at Alonso, expecting—no, hoping—for some sign that he agreed. That this war, this endless, exhausting war, has really ended.But he just sat there, stiff as a statue, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.Then he said, “I still don’t support this marriage.”I blinked. Laughed, even. Because surely, after everything, he was joking.“You’re serious?” I asked, the laughter dying in my throat.I thought we were finally past this.For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to breathe, to believe that maybe I could live normally without worrying that they hated each other.But apparently, I had been a little too optimistic.“You’re joking,” I said flatly, staring at my father. “Tell me you’re joking.”Alonso met my gaze, unmoved. “I’m not.”I blinked. “You just spent hours unraveling
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282Emilia’s POV The drive to Alonso’s house was tense. Alaric sat beside me, silent and brooding, his fingers tapping against his thigh. I knew he didn’t want to be here. He thought this was pointless. But I didn’t care.We needed answers. All the puzzle pieces were scattered, and I was tired of trying to put them together blindly.When we arrived, Alonso was already waiting for us outside, arms crossed, expression unreadable.“This is unexpected,” he said, glancing between us. “What’s going on?”I didn’t waste time. “We need to talk. Inside.”He studied me for a moment, then nodded, stepping aside to let us in.Alaric followed reluctantly, his entire body radiating frustration. He had made it clear that he didn’t trust Alonso, even after everything. And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. Their history was drenched in too much blood.We sat in the living room, the tension a little bit too thick between us. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.“We know Jonas was the one who
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281Emilia’s POV I was done.Done pleading.Done begging.Done trying to make two grown men see reason when all they cared about was their pride and revenge.They weren’t listening.They refused to listen.So I was going to make them.I took a slow, deep breath, my hands trembling as I slid them into my coat pocket. My fingers curled around the cool, hard metal of the small gun I always carried, the one Alaric had given me for protection.Funny.Right now, I needed protection from them.I pulled it out in one swift motion, flicking the safety off and pressing the barrel against my own temple.Alaric froze.Alonso’s eyes went wide.The entire room went deathly silent.“If you don’t stop,” I said, my voice steady, “I will.”Alaric’s gun lowered immediately, his face twisting in sheer panic. “Emilia—put the gun down.”Alonso took a sharp step forward. “This isn’t funny. Give it to me.”I didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Didn’t waver.I let them see it.I wasn’t bluffing, not this time.“You’r
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280Emilia’s POV I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I just ran.My heart pounded in my chest as I shoved open the door to Alonso’s house, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. I barely registered the grand hallway, the expensive furniture, the tension in the air thick enough to choke me.All I saw was them.Alaric.Alonso.Standing in the middle of the room, guns raised, pure hatred burning in their eyes.And then—Alonso’s finger twitched on the trigger.“NO!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I threw myself between them.It was instinct, reckless and stupid, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even think about it, I just moved. My arms spread wide, my body the only thing standing between them.“Are you both insane?” I shouted, my voice shaking.Alaric’s eyes snapped to me, wild with rage and something else something darker.“Get out of the way, Emilia,” he said, his voice low, deadly.“No,” I shot back. “You get out of the way.”His jaw clenched. “This isn’t your fight.”“The hell it
