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He rolls his eyes. “So, you are one of those ridiculously trusting people that gets into a stranger’s car because they slap a sticker on their window?”

“Says the man that let a stranger into his home to watch his young child all day. May want to re-count the cash in your safe. I kinda got into it,” I tease.

He barks out a surprised laugh and nods. “Touché. Thank you again. I can tell he had a good time and that means more to me than I can tell you.”

I smile softly and dip my head. “Yeah. Not going to lie, I wasn’t sure how well I would do at it, but I think that we had fun.”

Before we can say more, a white Camry pulls up and I give Giovanni a little wave before I step up to the car and slide into the backseat. As we drive away, I notice that Giovanni stays on the porch the entire time, watching me go until we drive far enough away that his home disappears into the distance.

I am a little surprised that I just agreed to be a full-time nanny but really why wouldn’t I? The job pays amazing, I have a good time and with being inside a gated community like this I feel a small sense of security that I haven’t had in quite a long time. I just felt like it was the right choice to make, for now anyways.

Chapter Three

Giovanni

Stupid. I am fucking stupid. I knew from the moment that I laid eyes on Tasha Jacobson that I should look the other way. What do I do instead? Ask her to be the full-time nanny for my kid.Sofucking stupid.

The instant that I stepped out of the house to leave Tasha and Alessandro to their day, I called one of my men and had him pull up everything he could possibly find on Tasha Jacobson. Once I was given a thorough run down of her squeaky clean and somewhat boring life, I finally left the house and headed off to a meeting.

I learned that she is only 24, no siblings, born and raised in Santa Barbara, California. She is allergic to shellfish and had her appendix removed when she was 15. No criminal background, not even a parking ticket, not that I am surprised. I had to look into her out of my duty as a father, but something inside told me from the moment that I met her that she is good. Too fucking good by the looks of her.

I haven’t so much as glanced twice at a woman since Isabelle was taken from me. She was and always will be the love of my life, no one could even compare. But there is something about Tasha, I am not really sure what it is yet but there is just…something. Something that makes me curious. Something that makes me uncomfortable. Something that makes me want to peel back all of her layers to see what is underneath that gorgeous face and stunning body. It all is honestly freaking me the fuck out.

Her wide ice blue eyes are like heat seeking missiles for mine. Every time I even begin to glance at her out of the corner of my eye, they connect with hers only moments later. It is like she knows I am watching her, like she is waiting for it.

The girl is beautiful, there is no doubt about it. She has a slim frame with curves in all of the right places. I’d guess she is at least 8 inches shorter than me and maybe 120lbs soaking wet. Her rich auburn hair is beautiful, though it is obvious that it is not her natural hair color. I have found myself wondering more than once what color her hair really is. Is she a Blonde? Brunette?

For the last couple of days, I have found my mind wandering to too many thoughts and questions about Tasha Jacobson. My sudden infatuation with her is completely out of nowhere and completely off putting.

I would never be so selfish, nor disrespectful to my late wife’s memory or to my son to ever think about moving on. She was my forever and always will be. I know she is in heaven with my sweet mama waiting for me. When it is my time, I will be with them again but for now, my life is about loving and caring for Alessandro enough for two parents. Oh yeah and being the Underboss of one of the country’s most powerful mafia families.

I have been a part of the Mariano family for almost 10 years now. I started out at the bottom as a solider and slowly worked my way up. My best friend, Luca, became The Boss after the death of his father mother and uncle. Luca brought me up to be his Consigliere when he first took over the family. That is, until we discovered that his Underboss of 5 years had been conspiring against him in attempt to become Boss of the family.

Luca had killed Mario once he had discovered his betrayal. Luca’s now wife, Ashlynn was kidnapped by a rival family under the direction of Mario. If we would have been a minute later, her and Seraphina would have most likely been killed, as she was pregnant with their first child at the time. I don’t know what Luca would have done if he had lost them.

I know that when I first met him almost 10 years ago, he was a shell of a man. When he told me that it was because he lost the love of his life, I thought he was such a pussy. Then I fell in love with Isabelle, and I realized what an all-consuming-set-your-soul-on-fire kind of love could be like. And then she was ripped away from me.

Thankfully, Ashlynn was unharmed, well I mean she did get shot, for the second time. But her and Seraphina were okay, and both are perfectly healthy and happy to this day. Seraphina immediately became Alessandro’s world from the moment she opened her eyes. I have been so grateful for the friendship that they share. Though Seraphina is only 2, you can tell that Alessandro is her favorite person just as she is to him.

Luca and Ashlynn are expecting their second child any day now which is exciting and stressful. Exciting because my best friend is having another child, stressful because while Luca tends to Ashlynn’s every need, all of the daily tasks and responsibilities now fall on me.

Most of the men report to me anyways but between procuring new suppliers for some of our product and making sure that the Capo’s are keeping their Soldiers in line, I am stretched pretty damn thin lately.

Monday morning comes quickly, and I find myself springing out of bed faster than usual. I tell myself that it is because I got some decent sleep for the first time in what seems like forever. I definitely don’t think the idea of seeing Tasha again has anything to do with it. Why would it?

I jump into the shower and let the warm water cascade over me. My eyes close as I let my muscles relax against the steady stream. I find my hand wandering low as an image of Tasha’s wide smile flashes into my mind. I grasp my hard length firmly once before I begin to work myself slowly, images of Tasha flashing in my mind.

I imagine what her lips would feel like on mine, what her ass would feel like in my hands and what her pussy would feel like if I was buried deep inside her. Working faster, I can practically hear her breathy moans and the way her silky voice rasps my name. My pace becomes near frantic, and it only takes me a few moments before I am growling out my release.

As soon as my lust fueled haze lifts, instead of feeling relieved like I anticipated, I just feel guilt. I can’t believe I just jacked off to the thought of my kid’s babysitter. More importantly, I can’t believe I got off to the thought of someone who is not my wife. Sure, I haven’t been exactly celibate after all of these years but all of the one-night stands that I have had have been brief and only semi-pleasurable. I sure as hell have never fantasized about any of those women and 9 times out of 10, I have to pretend that they are Isabelle just to get me off. Sick, I know.

I flick the water temp from a relaxing warmth to a frigid cold. Maybe if I punish myself with the icy water, I can somehow wash away the memory of what I just did. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to be that easy. Feeling frustrated, I slam the water off and step out of the shower before drying myself and tossing on a suit.

I get dressed quickly and am walking down the stairs when I hear a knock come from the front door. I check my watch and cringe, realizing that myshower timemade me late and it is already 7AM. Stepping over to the door, I open it briskly to reveal a bright eyed and bushy tailed Tasha. Her Auburn hair is in messy waves that are just begging for me to run my fingers through them. I let my gaze wander down slowly to see that she is wearing a tight pair of jeans and an oversized black knit sweater for this rainy Monday morning.

The red lipstick that she has brushed across her full lips have me aching to reach out and capture them between my own, but I know better. My eyes flick up from her lips to meet her eyes before I clear my throat and fasten my suit jacket. She seems to have caught my assessment of her this morning as a small blush tinges her cheeks.So fucking beautiful.

She steps in through the door, since I have failed to even be able to form a sentence this morning, let alone invite her in myself. I don’t move an inch as she steps inside. Again, I tell myself it is because I am surprised that she would just walk in, not because I want to force her to brush against me as she sneaks in through the doorway.

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