"Come, my darling." Said a voice tenderly. Cassie noticed it was her mom. She looked like nothing had happened at all. Her mother was alive and Cassie ran towards her to hug her, but as soon as she touched her, she disappeared.
Cassie stared where her mom was, then looked at her hands, and collapsed to the floor.
She now was in the last place where she saw her parents alive, before getting killed.
The thing is, she was no longer a child. She was an adult but with the body of a seven-year-old. And she saw people running and screaming, but no one noticed her. The place was burning, but she was not. People were dying, but she wasn’t.
Then someone with gray hair and blue eyes comes in front of her and looks behind her. Cassie turns, just to see her parents. The man lunged at her parents and stabbed a dagger in Cassie's mom's stomach, she then spat blood. Cassie's dad grabbed her mom and cried frantically.
He then fought the man and stabbed him, but a bullet pierced his chest, making him fall to his knees and drop dead.
…
Cassie opened her eyes, panting and gasping for air, just to see her bedroom. She scanned her hands and her face. It was all just a dream. But these types of dreams are called nightmares. And she hated having nightmares.
She heard a knock on the door and let the person in.
“Morning Cassie,” said the brunette girl, not entering the room, “The Headmistress wants to see you right now.”
“Okay,” said Cassie, nodding and walking towards her closet to pick up the Nanny uniform, “I’ll be right there.”
The girl left and Cassie was the only one left in the room. She tried to ignore the nightmares she’s had for the past week, but she just couldn’t. She put on a brave face and got dressed with her uniform.
A white blouse with a red lace bow choker necklace, a formal pastel pink jacket with a long pink skirt that matched her jacket and black shoes with a little of platform.
She walked down the hall towards the Headmistress’s office doorstep and stood there. She didn’t enter. She gave herself the pep talk her friends in HQ gave her. You got this Cassie and Your first assignment and don’t fuck it all up and Somewhere out there, a child needs my protection. She touched the green necklace her late mother had given her on her seventh birthday, the same day they died.
Cassie took a deep breath and swung open the door, to meet the Headmistress.
Amira was giving Cassie her back. The room had lights and everything, but it all somehow, felt and seemed cold. Like there was a tense atmosphere.
“Headmistress Oakley.” Said Cassie, entering the room, and therefore closing the door after.
“You’ve been offered an assignment, Cassie.” Amira said, giving Cassie her back, bringing both hands behind her back and raising her head.
Cassie relaxed her shoulders, lowered her face and put both hands in front of her, “But why me?” Cassie asked, but Amira gave no answer. Cassie decided it was time to act excited, “Finally.” She raised her head, “I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for this day since—”
“This offer..” hesitated the Headmistress, “I would not have chosen it for you.” She said, still giving Cassie her back.
“Oh. Then why..?” Asked Cassie, tilting her head slightly. Feeling a little disappointed.
“The client came, and chose you himself.” She said, turning to look at Cassie with a frown on her face.
“The client?” Cassie asked, confused, “Who is it?”
Amira, the Headmistress, grabbed a black file, and handed it to Cassie, “His name is Damian Ricci.” The headmistress said, unsurprised.
Cassie’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe it. “Ricci?” She murmured, “As in..” 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.
Cassie was staring intently at the file with the Ricci information, “Refuse my first assignment?” Cassie asked, “After everything you’ve done for me?” The headmistress stayed quiet, “Ricci…” Cassie said, glaring at the picture with Damian’s face.
Cassie remembered when she stood in between the ashes of the house, crying and mumbling, “Why..” she sniffled, “Why did they..”
Cassie snapped from those memories, “I thought I’d never get answers,” She said, wrinkling the paper the headmistress had given her, “But now..” we must make you strong, Cassie she remembered, “I’ll take the assignment.” Cassie said, with a brave face on. Just like when she was seven.
“Are you taking it for the right reasons?” Asked the Headmistress, “Because, Cassie, your past—”
“That’s exactly why I have to!” Said Cassie, raising her head from looking at Damian’s face from the paper, to look at the Headmistress, cutting her short.
Cassie turns her head to the left, her body still facing Amira, the Headmistress, “If this Ricci has a child..” hesitated Cassie, “Then that child needs protection.” Said Cassie, looking at Amira straight to her eyes. And if I learn the truth of what really happened that day… the better thought Cassie.
The next day
Cassie was walking down the stairs with the luggage she had packed late at night.
She was wearing her nanny uniform and her long red-hair in a bun.
When she almost reached the floor, she heard her employer talking to the Headmistress. She hadn’t met Damian yet but judging by his voice, he was tall.
Cassie heard a faint, “Did she sign the contract?” And a “Yes she did.”
Cassie strode to the exit of the ESNA HQ and saw Amira, the Headmistress, waiting for her.
Amira turned her face to look at Cassie, and did a faint smile only for Cassie to see, “Cassie,” Amira said, “Meet your new employer, Mr. Damian Ricci.”
Cassie saw that her new employer was tall. Cassie was five foot seven but the man still towered over her. She remembered his name, Damian. He had sapphire-blue eyes, that Cassie felt she was getting sucked into. Damian had broad shoulders and long arms, not to mention fingers. Damian Ricci was wearing a black suit, with the first three buttons of his shirt opened, he was wearing a gold cross necklace, and with his dark-blonde hair pulled back.When Amira finished introducing them both, Cassie stared into Damian’s eyes. So this is him, Cassie thought, the Mafia Boss and Damian Ricci is…Cassie could see that one of Damian’s mouth corners twitched, and that he was fighting not to smile, “Can she speak?” Asked Damian to the Headmistress. Is a total complete jerk. Thought Cassie.”Forgive me, Mr. Ricci,” said Cassie, trying to force a sweet smile, “I’m Cassie Oakley,” she said, extending her hand for him to shake, “I look forward to working with you.”“Who wouldn’t?” Said Damian, smirki
“Noted.” Said Cassie, giving Damian the side eye with a frown on her face.Damian moved and settled down on his seat, straightening his black jacket, and pulling his hair bangs away from his face.“Oranges, right Boss?” Said Blake, leaning towards his uncle and putting his right hand to his left cheek, trying to whisper.Cassie couldn’t hear Damian’s response, because she was too busy with her own thoughts. His smart car's WiFi is unsecured, yet he lectures me about safety? Thought Cassie.She then started typing violently, hacking into the car’s system, hoping to prove Damian Ricci wrong. But that only got Blake’s attention.“What’re you doing?” Blake asked, skeptical, with his eyebrows raised, with his eyes taking a peek.At that moment, the window made a splat sound. The window that separated them with the driver (Jordan), immediately slid down. Causing Blake to flinch and Damian to look where the sound had come from. “Woah!” Said Blake, with his mouth forming an O.“Need somethin
“Your only duty is to not let my son out of your sight.” Said Damian, in Cassie’s ear. Glaring at her.“Not let him—” Cassie turned to where Blake threw the juice box. And looked around.“Seems like you have somewhere to be, don’t you?” Said Damian, behind Cassie’s back, looming over her. “Yes, sir.” Said Cassie. Damian saw Cassie’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Damian followed Cassie to the entrance of the mansion, but was careful not to make Cassie look at him.Cassie had gotten out of the mansion, with Damian following her, “Blake?” Shouted Cassie, with both hands each in one corner of her mouth.“Get off of me!” Shouted Blake, just like they had agreed. Damian saw how Cassie’s head snapped towards the sound. “Help! Somebody help me!” Shouted Blake, when the people Damian had hired, grabbed Blake by the arms and hair, to put him in the van with black tinted windows.“Blakey!” Shouted Cassie, running towards the van, “STOP!” She yelled, but it was of no use, the van had alr
Jordan grabbed a gun and pointed Cassie with it, “I’m going to need you to get out of the car.” He glared, pointing at her with the gun, clicking.“What?”Cassie’s eyes widened, hugging Blake tighter while looking at Jordan with concern.“Get out. Of the car,” said Jordan, gesturing to her, with the gun, to get out, “leave the kid… and you can take this case with 2 million dollars in it.” He added, showing Cassie a brown portfolio.“You’re with the kidnappers?” Said Cassie, putting Blake out of her lap to put an arm in front of him. While glaring at Jordan.“You mean those thugs Damian hired to test you?” He aske
"But what they don't include is.." he took off his golden cross necklace, and placed it on his palm, "That my sister was murdered,'' said Damian, looking directly into Cassie's eyes.Damian now tucked his golden cross beneath his unbuttoned white shirt. "Samantha was consuming poison unknowingly 2 months before giving birth to Blake. Blake didn’t kill her, other people did. Samantha was murdered.”At the mention of his mom’s name, Blake flinched and made a soft sound while avoiding looking at anyone. Including Cassie.Cassie stopped looking at Damian, and glanced towards Blake, while asking, “Are you sure this is the right place for this… conversation?”Damian understood what she meant and looked at his nephew, while tappi
Cassie knocked twice, before Damian said, “Enter.”She hesitated for a moment before entering. But when she gained the courage to enter, she took a deep breath, passed a hand, carefully, through her bun-tied red-hair, and opened the door.Cassie entered and saw that there was a leather sofa with a fur rug over the back and an Indian blanket draped over the arm. The far wall has a large fireplace and mantle dominating the center, with bookshelves lining it on either side. On the mantle, he had two antique clocks and a painting of three jazz musicians. There was a television on the shelf to the right. In front of that shelf is an upright piano and bench in dark walnut. Hanging on the wall above the piano is an abstract painting of jazz musicians. There is a double door between his desk and the piano w
“You’ll wish you’d died protecting him.” he whispered into Cassie’s ear. This made Cassie’s heart race, Ba-thump, Ba-thump, Ba-thump. And NOT in a good way. What have I done? She shut her eyes, and felt her fingers tremble. If a Mafia Boss would say that, then I don’t know what’ll happen to me the next time I try to confront him. Cassie . Damian went silent, and Cassie felt his eyes on her. “Make yourself at home.” Was all he said before leaving Cassie alone.… Cassie sat on her bed with her laptop, writing in her journal. He meant it, She wrote, His eyes said it all. That man… he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me slowly. Cassie wrote all of the emotions she felt during the conversation with Damian. … “I can take those.” said Cassie to Jordan when she saw him walking down the corridor with her luggage. She had gone downstairs so she could grab some cold juice or something that would make her cool down after the… incident in Damian's office. Jo
“Sì?” Giulia asked, smiling softly. “Give us a moment, please.” He continued to glare at Cassie. “Sì, signore.” Said Giulia, smiling cockily at Cassie. Cassie blushed and flinched. Now I’ve done it, she thought. When Giulia left, Damian stood up abruptly, scraping the chair against the floor. “Come with me.” He said, in all seriousness, walking to the sliding doors that led to the maze in the garden. “Mr. Ricci, I–” “Not another word.” He ignored her, taking a step outside to touch the grass. Cassie followed. “Enzo.” Damian nodded to the same bald guy Cassie had seen before. “Boss.” Enzo nodded, but flinched when he saw Cassie behind Damian, Enzo growled at Cassie.Damian heard that and grabbed Cassie by her right arm and pulled her closer. I appreciate not being chastised in front of the other staff, but he’s taking it a bit far. Cassie thought. When they were far away from earshot, Damian stopped and turned to her. Cass
Cassie “Those traitors.” He whispered, “You think he trusts any of them after what happened to my mom?! We can only trust our family. They all say so.” He trembled. “I have to keep papa safe. I can’t leave him alone.” Surely he doesn’t think… his OWN bodyguards let it happen on purpose, Cassie’s head echoed with thoughts. Cassie took a deep breath, softened her gaze, and kneeled down to Blake, “Look, what happened to your mother was absolutely terrible. But your security team probably did their best—” “You don’t know anything.” He whispered. And he was right, Cassie didn’t know how his mother died, sure she died of poisoning but the how, how?, she certainly didn’t know. But Blake was wrong in one thing: in the “anything” part. Cassie knew exactly what he went through, she saw her parents return to ashes and be burned alongside the mansion, and the people she loved so dearly. “You’re wrong.” She lowered her voice, “I know one thing: I am not like any other bodyguar
Damian was seated behind Jordan while they drove towards the situation that was happening in the Croatian Syndicate. They were using a secret road full of trees that no one knew existed. “Incoming call, Boss.” Said Jordan, glancing at the screen. Damian was with his laptop, typing, but then raised his head to look out the window, then asked, “From whom?” Jordan stopped at a stop sign and looked at Damian from the rearview mirror, with an apologetic expression. “Milan.” He said. Damian’s face tensed. That call could only mean his adoptive father was calling or Lucas was calling for money. What does he want now? He said to himself. “We can’t keep the Don waiting, Boss.” Said Jordan, gripping the leather steering wheel, and turning to the right into the highway. Damian sighed, and said, “Put it through.” the screen in his laptop changed into a face-call with his father. An old man, who looked like he was in his mid 50’s with white hair and a long beard appeared. “Gabr
It was 4:45 in the morning and Cassie sat on her bed, rubbing her eyes with her hands because she couldn’t get a wink of sleep. Why can’t I sleep in peace? She thought, passing a hand through her long, silky red hair and tucking a small strand of hair behind her ear. She went to the nightstand beside her bed and grabbed a bottle of water to drink from it. I searched the room for cameras and found nothing… She pondered, but the feeling of being watched hasn’t gone away. Cassie went to her closet to grab her nanny uniform. Went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, comb her hair and put on some makeup and perfume, all while thinking: My room is perfect. Like everything in this house. But I can’t help but feel like there’s something ugly underneath. I just know it. Cassie did her hair in a different way and she had to be careful not to look too much like she had cut it all off. She made her bed and cleaned the room. By the time she finished cleaning, it was 5:50 and the sun
He looked just as surprised as Cassie was for seeing each other right then and there.Cassie stiffened and Damian looked—stared at her.Damian was wearing his dark blue three-piece tuxedo with his golden cross, first three buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned, like always, and his blonde hair was pulled backwards.Cassie was wearing her normal Nanny uniform which was a formal pink jacket with a white shirt and a long skirt with black shoes.Simple as that.Cassie stepped aside for Damian to go get the coffee Signora Conte left behind for him. Is he seriously
“Sì?” Giulia asked, smiling softly. “Give us a moment, please.” He continued to glare at Cassie. “Sì, signore.” Said Giulia, smiling cockily at Cassie. Cassie blushed and flinched. Now I’ve done it, she thought. When Giulia left, Damian stood up abruptly, scraping the chair against the floor. “Come with me.” He said, in all seriousness, walking to the sliding doors that led to the maze in the garden. “Mr. Ricci, I–” “Not another word.” He ignored her, taking a step outside to touch the grass. Cassie followed. “Enzo.” Damian nodded to the same bald guy Cassie had seen before. “Boss.” Enzo nodded, but flinched when he saw Cassie behind Damian, Enzo growled at Cassie.Damian heard that and grabbed Cassie by her right arm and pulled her closer. I appreciate not being chastised in front of the other staff, but he’s taking it a bit far. Cassie thought. When they were far away from earshot, Damian stopped and turned to her. Cass
“You’ll wish you’d died protecting him.” he whispered into Cassie’s ear. This made Cassie’s heart race, Ba-thump, Ba-thump, Ba-thump. And NOT in a good way. What have I done? She shut her eyes, and felt her fingers tremble. If a Mafia Boss would say that, then I don’t know what’ll happen to me the next time I try to confront him. Cassie . Damian went silent, and Cassie felt his eyes on her. “Make yourself at home.” Was all he said before leaving Cassie alone.… Cassie sat on her bed with her laptop, writing in her journal. He meant it, She wrote, His eyes said it all. That man… he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me slowly. Cassie wrote all of the emotions she felt during the conversation with Damian. … “I can take those.” said Cassie to Jordan when she saw him walking down the corridor with her luggage. She had gone downstairs so she could grab some cold juice or something that would make her cool down after the… incident in Damian's office. Jo
Cassie knocked twice, before Damian said, “Enter.”She hesitated for a moment before entering. But when she gained the courage to enter, she took a deep breath, passed a hand, carefully, through her bun-tied red-hair, and opened the door.Cassie entered and saw that there was a leather sofa with a fur rug over the back and an Indian blanket draped over the arm. The far wall has a large fireplace and mantle dominating the center, with bookshelves lining it on either side. On the mantle, he had two antique clocks and a painting of three jazz musicians. There was a television on the shelf to the right. In front of that shelf is an upright piano and bench in dark walnut. Hanging on the wall above the piano is an abstract painting of jazz musicians. There is a double door between his desk and the piano w
"But what they don't include is.." he took off his golden cross necklace, and placed it on his palm, "That my sister was murdered,'' said Damian, looking directly into Cassie's eyes.Damian now tucked his golden cross beneath his unbuttoned white shirt. "Samantha was consuming poison unknowingly 2 months before giving birth to Blake. Blake didn’t kill her, other people did. Samantha was murdered.”At the mention of his mom’s name, Blake flinched and made a soft sound while avoiding looking at anyone. Including Cassie.Cassie stopped looking at Damian, and glanced towards Blake, while asking, “Are you sure this is the right place for this… conversation?”Damian understood what she meant and looked at his nephew, while tappi
Jordan grabbed a gun and pointed Cassie with it, “I’m going to need you to get out of the car.” He glared, pointing at her with the gun, clicking.“What?”Cassie’s eyes widened, hugging Blake tighter while looking at Jordan with concern.“Get out. Of the car,” said Jordan, gesturing to her, with the gun, to get out, “leave the kid… and you can take this case with 2 million dollars in it.” He added, showing Cassie a brown portfolio.“You’re with the kidnappers?” Said Cassie, putting Blake out of her lap to put an arm in front of him. While glaring at Jordan.“You mean those thugs Damian hired to test you?” He aske