All Chapters of My Gangster Babysitter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~KAI~They say that we’d meet someone we’d follow blindly to the pits of hell every once in a while. Burn for them, take a bullet for them without thinking twice. For me, that’s Klaus Martinelli. I trust that man’s judgment without needing to ask questions.He told me I could infiltrate the Russian mafia and make it out alive, and I did. His trust in my abilities was more than I have for myself. But what fucking qualifies me as a babysitter? Only Klaus knows.He refused to relieve me of babysitting duties. He kept repeating how perfect I was for this job.In my opinion, Ro would do an excellent job in taking care of someone like Berenice. He was made to lead an army and take care of a family at the same time. He has bottomless patience for kids, while me... I hate brats! I am one second away from gagging Berenice or knocking her unconscious just so I can continue doing this job.My clothes were soaking. My mind was fogged with anger and irritation. There’s a brat I need to deal with,

~Benny~The sudden shift of the yacht woke me up from my slumber. I sat up, my heart drumming wildly when I couldn’t find Kai in the cabin.Daylight spills through the rectangular panel beside the bunker, blinding me as I turn to stare outside. The sight of extensive water and gigantic waves outside overturns my equilibrium.Gnawing at my lip, I fought to succumb to my anxiety, ready to search for Kai. I don’t know when it started, but I feel safe around him. Without my sleeping pills, it would have been impossible for me to fall asleep.But he held me.Chills suddenly blanketed my skin. My hands instinctively came up, providing warmth to my bare arms. Pulling my knees tight to my chest, I closed my eyes, remembering how Kai held me. His body was so warm against mine while I curled like a feline searching for comfort. He drew me closer with a hand on my shoulder. The gesture was surprisingly gentle for a gangster like him.I still remember how easy it was to open up to him. At some po

~Benny~We spent the drive in extremely uncomfortable silence. Well, I am uncomfortable, my companion though, he wore that knowing tilt of his lips throughout the drive.The windows were open, letting the salty and warm Florida air slip inside the car. Morning sun rays bounce off the hood of our rental car. The ocean glistened as sunlight struck down on it. It was beautiful out here.Kai took a turn on a narrow dirt path, leaving the seaside and open road. Trees danced with the ocean breeze, and the silhouette shadowed the road we were driving through.Like a piece of hidden paradise, a bungalow slowly became larger as we got closer. Freshly trimmed shrubbery line the clearing surrounding the house.Kai pulled to a complete stop, stepping out while I studied the house, admiring its aesthetic. It was a cross between a cabin and a beach house, made of huge logs and stones. Two large windows were on each side of the wooden double doors, cream-colored drapes provide cover for what was ins

~Benny~ I can see it now, his anxiety. I’m learning a thing or more about Kai each time we spend together. It’s like treading in shallow waters. I’m never sure how deep it is or if it’s rocky or smooth underneath. I wonder if he’s talking about his fiancee and best friend or another chapter from his past. Either way, I could feel the weight of his words. There was more to that rugged look of a mobster than that he portrays, I’m sure of that now, and I’d like to peel off those layers one by one and see what Kai was truly made of. My heart did an odd thump thump thump, the same beat it did from the yacht. I bite down a smile, relishing the fact that Kai is letting me see another layer of his personality. I opened my mouth, ready to squeeze him for more, but my stomach growled, as though there was a monster caged inside me. Kai tilted his head in my direction, eyes narrowing with amusement, the tips of his lips lifted into a teasing smirk. My cheeks reddened as I kept my gaze on the

~Kai~Benny’s hand fits perfectly in my grasp. It was delicate and small, a stark contrast to my coarse and huge one. It felt like I was holding a child’s hand.While walking back home, our steps turned from slow to measured ones, as though we both didn’t want this night to end yet. Maybe it was just me, and Benny was only following my lead; either way, I didn’t hear or sense any protest from her end.Eventually, I had to let her go to open the door once we stepped on the threshold. Benny stood beside me while I pulled out my keys. She hugged herself as if the humid temperature outside suddenly plummeted.She followed me inside and trailed behind me as I headed to the wet bar, grabbing the bottle of bourbon.This day had been a whirlwind of nostalgia in my head. I might look calm and collected outside, but inside I am truly questioning my decision to come back here.“Want a drink?” I offered, filling a rock glass with golden brown liquid.“Uhm, sure…” she said, shifting from one foot