The Mafia's Nanny

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uld hear him talking but I wasn't even listening. All that was on my mind was thoughts of how I was going to get twenty-five thousand dollars for Matteo's su

ywire at this point, and there was absol

ng her fingers in my face twice. I jumpe

saying?"

mo?" She eyed me warily.

gan to shake and I clasped them together once

s surgery within this week and the next, I'm afraid you might loose you

her head a bit. "I'm sorry, Miss Abramo, but sugarcoating it won't solve the

slide down my cheeks. I shook my head and sighed, opening my eyes. "I

but it was a grimace instead. I could see the pity

the evening," I added before stepping out of her office and closing the door beh

my mind. Matteo was the only family I had, I couldn't let him die. At the same time, I had no money at all. I had to pay fo

ll as I walked towards the elevator. And then

gging at my skirt. "Mommy!" She squealed, her eyes wide and her lips

hed down to her level. "Sweetie, what's you

mumbled. She couldn't he more tha

going to break the heart of the cutest little thing I've seen today. "

head. Tears welled up in her eyes and her lips

t let me complete the sentence before she

esca..

e insisted, rubbing h

g her in my arms as I stood. "It'

at last. I ran my hands through her hair and kissed her Her cheek while I headed for the el

asked in a tiny voice, raising her head from my

r corridor just before the elevator. One of them locked their eyes on me and raised the gun he was holding immediately, pointing

a step back, only to feel col

looking at the men in front of me. She was looking at the one behind me and I whirled ar

o speak, to ask what exactly was going on when

Their boss maybe. The first thing I noticed was his forest green gaze as

d, stepping into my personal space. I took a step backward

're talking about," I wh

to?" He demanded with narrowed e

king her to the reception, so her parents can come

tried to snatch her away from me. She only tightened he

o me instantly. "M

aware of the one behind me because he wouldn't stop pressing his gun to my head. Who were these men exactly? I knew one thing though. Th

o

like he already knew me inside out. He had the prettiest olive skin and broad shoulders that fit his

uble here and I was not supposed to to be checking out

mbled, forcing myself to breath steadily and calm my

a moment longer before he looked at his daughter. "Come here." He added,

ing that was the name of the ma

dered as he cradled his daughter

rom his men and their guns before I took off to the elevator, my hea