"I'm so sorry, sir, I forgot to lock the door. I didn't mean for..."
"Shhhh." He silenced me, placing a finger on my lips. He smelled like rich, masculine cologne and alcohol. 
I looked up at him; he was staring at me with something swirling in his eyes. Something I couldn't explain.
He slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. My breath hitched in my throat.
I held my towel tight against me with my left hand and pushed him back with my right hand, taking a step back myself.
"I'm sorry, sir, this isn't right," I told him respectfully.
His eyes darkened as he grabbed my forearm tightly, making me look at his furious eyes.
"I am Alessandro Rossi, and no one tells me what is right and what is not."
He attacked my neck, peppering it with kisses as I just stood there.
"But you're drunk, sir," I told him.
"I'm in complete control of my senses, Victoria."
***
Alessandro Rossi retrieves his heir from his runaway wife and employs the young Victoria to care for his son. After spending one drunken night together, Victoria becomes pregnant with his child. Their lives are now entwined, leading to a loveless marriage. Soon after, Victoria finds comfort in the arms of another. What will Alessandro do when he realizes he has already fallen for Victoria? Will he do something to win back her heart?

Nanny For The Mafia Boss

　　"Are you ready, Franco?" I asked him while loading my gun.


　　"All in position and waiting for your command."


　　I tucked my gun into the waistband of my pants and the other into my holster as I looked out the window.


　　Everywhere was silent. Well, that was the complete opposite of what I wanted it to be.


　　"Franco, you and Carlo come with me. Eugene, Alfred and Gio will watch over Victoria while the others stay stationed at the mansion. Understand?"


　　"Yes boss. They know their orders."


　　"Are you sure you briefed them properly on what they're supposed to do correctly? I don't want any fuck ups on this."


　　"Yes, boss. They'll do what they're told to do."


　　I tucked my pocket knife into my pocket as I walked out the door with my men following suit.


　　I don't need cars and a troop of soldiers to accompany me.


　　Castleford is dead meat with just me alone. I'll crush him.


Chapter 139 Am I Right, Bernard?