Page 392 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Do not betray me, body! I will not stand for it!

“I assure you I have no interest in any of yourperks,” I snap. “I think I made it clear that our relationship will be strictly professional.”

“I’m not used to such a blatant rejection,” he murmurs, lounging against a marble column.

“Actually, if memory serves, it was two rejections.” I lift an eyebrow. “Now why don’t you tell me where I can find the nursery?”

My eyes sweep over the expansive space. Floor-to-ceiling windows line the perimeter, and the furniture and décor are minimalist and modern. A mix of creams and whites makes the apartment look airy and bright, and it would be a completely glam look if not for the scattered toys, blankets, and various other baby necessities cluttering up the place.

To be honest, it looks like the nursery is everywhere.

But in addition to the nursery, there must be some kind of office or hiding spot for this information I’m to retrieve. I’ll have to investigate more later…when I don’t have a baby swimming in poop and babbling in my ear.

Dante struts down a hallway and pushes open a door at the end. The room is drenched in cotton candy pink, black, and white.

Also very glam…for a baby, anyway.

It’s probably the most adorable room I’ve ever seen, though.

My chest tightens.

This little baby sure is a lucky one. She has so many people around her who absolutely cherish her, and I’m sure she can feel that love, even at such a young age.

But one day, she might lose it…everything…just like I did.

It’s because of the world we live in and the choices that are made for us.

We don’t always have a say in how our lives unfold, but we have to put the shattered pieces together and move forward.

A twinge of sadness deep in my chest jolts me and I find myself squeezing her tight, as if I can protect her from her family’s sins.

I can’t.

I’m one of the people sent to punish them.

Because they already made choices for their baby girl, choices she never had a say in.

Choices she will be forced to live with when the time comes.

“Hey,” Dante says in his low, sexy voice. He snaps his fingers in front of me. “You look a little lost. You want me to show you around the place?”

I pull my lips into a tight line and expel a sharp sigh. “Thanks, but I can find my way around a nursery,” I say, taking in the various pieces of furniture. The one in the far corner looks to be the changing table, so I start walking in that direction. I place Aisling down and fumble around next to it for diapers and wipes. Heaven has a whole lot of other stuff piled on the sides of the changing table, but I stick with the basics because that’s what myYouTubetraining taught me to use.

Holding Aisling down while pulling open a diaper proves to be more challenging in reality than it did for the mom on YouTube, but I work at it, finally getting it spread out. Seconds later, I have her out of her bikini bottom and am ready to unleash the devastation that is the poop diaper. I take a deep breath and almost gag until I manage to get it out from under her and roll it up. I grab for the wipes, my eyes now watering from the intensity of the stench. My fingers can’t work fast enough to pull out wipe after wipe, some of them getting jammed in the stupid container.

Oh my God, I would so much rather impale someone with a hot fire poker than do this…

Dante chuckles behind me as I finally finish wiping every bit of the poop away. I glance next to the baby and bite down on my lower lip. That’s a pile of dirty wipes. The mom in theYouTubevideo hadone.

I scream at her in my mind.

How?!

“Lemme help you out,” he says, coming up behind me and reaching for the pile of wipes. He stuffs them into a Ziploc, along with the diaper, and tosses it all into a trash can.

All while he’s pressed against my back.

And it’s making my fingers tremble as I try to fasten this clean diaper.

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