Cook for the Mafia Boss

Nanny For The Mafia Boss

Chapter 1

Victoria.

(Thunder claps and a million thoughts.)

The thunder roared and ravaged the earth as it rained cats and dogs.

I laid curled on my worn out mattress, tears staining my torn pillow. I had just lost another job.

Another thunderclap and I jumped right out of my bed and sprinted to a far corner of my tiny bedroom, my two hands covering my ears. I didn't like the thunder.

I stayed curled into a ball bawling my eyes out till the thunder claps subsided. The storm was over as it seemed but not the storm inside me.

As I stayed curled up, my left hand placed on my forehead as my right hand played with the hole in my worn out night dress, a million thoughts racing through my mind. Life was really cruel, I thought. Nothing worked out in my favor.

I sat there for what felt like hours till I got the strength to do what I must do.

I got up and took slow hesitant steps to my tiny cooking area that can't be classified as a kitchen.

As my feet stepped into the area, I took a good look around, bearing in mind that it would be the last time I would see the space I had grown to love, no matter the size.

I grabbed the kitchen knife with a shaky hand while exhaling a large amount of air from my tense body.

I made my way back to my bedroom, closing the squeaking door behind me. I mentally prepared myself for the pain.

I lifted up my heavy sad ocean eyes to the Mother Mary figurine placed neatly on my reading table, beside my favorite books.

“Forgive me mother, I don't have the strength or will to go on anymore, I have lost everything, my heart is heavy and my very soul is shattered. Accept my soul oh pure virgin”. I finished as a lone tear slipped from my beautiful sad eyes.

My attention went back to the knife in my hand. Grabbing it with both hands, I lifted it above my head and closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath because I knew what I was about to do was not easy.

Before I could swing my hands that held the knife into my stomach……

!DING!

I opened my eyes in a flash, staring at the now lit up screen of my phone.

Unknowingly, the knife dropped from my hands as I made my way to the bed.

I picked up my phone and read the notification on my screen.

“BILLIONAIRE ALESSANDRO ROSSI HAS CONFIRMED SPLIT FROM SUPERMODEL WIFE, ROBERTA ROSSI”.

I scoffed in disbelief at the news. I stared intently at the man's picture displayed on my phone screen. A drop dead gorgeous man.

Subconsciously, I traced my slender fingers over his features. A Greek god in human form.

I did not know for how long I stared at his photo as he stared right back at me, deep into my troubled soul.

Breaking away from the compulsive gaze, I shook away the feeling swirling inside me as I tossed my phone on my bed.

Unbelievable!. Barely two years into their marriage and they are separated already.

Rich people problems. I wondered if rich people actually find true love in life. If I ever got close to a man like Alessandro, I thought, I would hold him tight and never let go. He seemed like a decent and nice man even though he never smiled in pictures, just a smirk. Only a crazy woman would let him go.

Well, that was not my problem.

I got up, forgetting my previous death sentence passed on me by myself, as I made my way to my small bathroom.