Babysitting The Ruthless Mafia's Son

trudged through the snow-covered streets of the city. Her phone buzzed in her poc

a's voice chirped, "I found

afé to escape the cold. "If it's another reta

g. High-paying babysitt

fingers. "Let me guess. Someone's

Eight months old. And th

qued despite herse

and a m

d her coffee. "Wha

It's super secretive, though. They won't tell

. "That soun

ey, right? What's the w

up, and her part-time café job wasn't cutting it. She sighe

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ntown. The waiting room smelled of leather and faint cologne, and

eep voice interrup

n in a sharp black suit. His dark eyes scanned

es

with

Behind a massive mahogany desk sat a man who could only be described as intimidatingly ha

per," he said, his vo

a asked, trying to

nned her in place. "You'll be c

ight train. Leonardo De Luca. The De Luca. Mafia kingpin, ru

mistake," she stammered,

aid calmly. "You were recom

"Mr. De Luca, I'm not

. "What matters is that you follow my rules and keep Ales

y wheeling in a bassinet. Inside was the tiniest baby she'd ever seen, with bright

eo said, his voice sof

out and let the baby grab her finger. Alessandro giggled, a soun

lurted before she c

small, satisfied smile. "

awling estate was intimidating-gated, surrounded by tall hedges, and guarded by men who didn't even try to hide

knock, and the same sharp-suited man from

er through a grand marble foyer that

ever. He was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, leaning casually against the armrest of a sleek leat

re rules, Miss Harper. You will

ed, her t

isappeared down a hallway. Then, fixing

is your top priority. You wil

said quickly, he

tions about my business or my

wed hard. "

f rooms that are locked. Th

flared, but sh

ything at all-you notify me or one o

she whi

to me. If you do your job, you'll have no issues here. Betray my trust..

o's cold exterior cracked slightly as he straightened, his jaw tighten

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Emma to a nursery that looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine. Pa

s she placed Alessandro in a high-tech bo

andro's level, offering a h

led, reaching for her hair. She laughed despit

Sofia observed

t her. "Has he ha

ened slightly. "A few.

y n

isn't... easy. But Alessandro is a sweet

lessandro began to fuss. She picked him up, marveling at how small he felt i

in days, Emma felt

she heard low voices outside the nursery. Curiosity got

allway, speaking w

," the man said. "We int

security. No one gets near th

, bo

stark reminder of the world she'd stepped into-

ully asleep in her arms. "Don't worry, li

ion, Emma couldn't shake the feeling that she'