Falling For My Mafia Lord

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"What the hell just happened? How in hell did I emit out a moan? Just from a mere touch." I inhaled and ex

that isn't a good sign. "I'm here for a job, not to get myself

I finally detached my body from the door. I instantly flinched when a knock sounded. "Could it be Dante?

d softly, careful not

released the breath I didn't know I was holding. Bi

," I uttered as politely as I can. Because by all

lo,

n knows

already told me everything. I'm Bianca, Dante'

to Arthur. And what did she mean by Dante's personal maid? Why the

ng of voice. "Sorry... I'm Kate. Mr. Dante's...." I

e complete

chuckle. I didn't even know why I did that. What

I hope you won't turn

t?" I asked, not allowin

lking away. I followed suit, closing my door behind me. I guess I have a l

the kitchen. My brows creased when she passed

mess up even before starting the main job." She said. I no

eats. From breakfast, lunch, dinner to beverages. An

unch, and dinner on time. No matter how pers

ced to eat if she doesn't want t

have difficulty swallowing, which is why the doctor gave a list of food required for her to take

for her as a small child. I tend to see myself having a panic attack as a deadly

am, I will make sure I take care of Aria. Better than the rest. I hope s

I don't have to be told that. He had shown me that already. I guess

n her around,

want some? And call me Bianca, please. Ma'am makes me look

o I took her offer, taking a piece. "Thank you, Ma- Mrs. Bianca. Pl

bite. My eyes shifted from the croiss

. "I will take the compliment with a full

ed, stuffing the

glad Dante found someone

tion. I decided to use the opportunity to ask her

y simple. They're all after the money. They don't do a good job. And considering the kind of person Dante is, he doesn't tolerat

We stared at each other for a while

She asked, pointing at the croissant. I

s either I didn't set the correct time or the alarm rang and I didn't wake up. It has to be one of the two. However, as I checked my phone,

e downstairs. Mrs. Bianca was serving Dante breakfast while his daughter was seated next to him

as I could. One look from Dante, and I

ng closer to Aria. "Good morning, litt

er dad. "Daddy, is she my new nanny?

king care of you from now on. Even

ow could you say tha

e. "Do you expect me to li

he's not like me? Do I

s and opened th

u have your breakfast first?" It seems the woman no

sted no time in digging in. Silence was maintained all through, but occasionally, I

giving food respect," I

ad woken up early to do what's required of you to do." My head snapped toward

on my food. "Aria dear, are you enjoyi

t. Daddy, I want ic

ia nodded her head. I found myself staring at the two. The way he kept his cool while talking to his da

's question resonated

r business. Eat y

n me? In the presence of your daughter?" I gestured a smirk

oing to leave li

I

he rest. So don't worry,

r question came unexpectedly,

y gaze to Dante, whose jaw was clenched. His expressi