Babysitting The Ruthless Mafia's Son

windows, set her nerves on edge. Alessandro, blissfully unaware, slept soundly in his crib. She sat i

g on here. Someone broke

AT?! Are y

ot just a "babysitting" job.

of there. No amount of

ghed in his sleep, his tiny hand

: I ca

, she couldn't leave. Not just because of the money, but because of Alessandro. Som

ed, his presence filling the room. He wore a dark sweater instead of his us

ou sleep?"

, startled. "Fi

hrough her. "I'm assigning you additional protection. You'

I don't think having a bodyguard hovering

or debate," Le

stead, she focused on Alessandro, who was h

s expression unreadable. "You're

p, surprised.

t easily, Emma. But you've done well so

Leo's men entered the kitchen.

warmth vanishing from his face. He n

n. It was a crisp, sunny day, and the fresh air seemed to lighten her mood. She pushed his stro

teps behind her. She turned to see a tall man in a leathe

be Emma,

ip on the stroller ha

hands in a gesture of peace. "Le

ado

guard," he

t him. But he seemed harmless enough, and the fact th

back to the stroller. "J

kled. "I'

e garden, Emma felt a strange unease creeping over her. She glanced

ng wrong?"

But stay close to the

ck toward the mansion. She couldn't shake the fee

the living room with a cup of tea, trying to unwind.

as it was commanding. "You should res

ied, though her exha

ing her. "You're toug

brow. "What's that

day in this house, knowing

people," she

ut don't let your guard down. Th

d at his words. "W

hey'll stop at nothing to take him dow

ht of Alessandro, sleeping peacefully upstairs

ry," she sa

spect. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Just be ca