Beneath The Billionaire's Mask: Chasing The Nanny

Giovan

ady as we glided down the dim

a thin layer of fog clinging to the

eek black car, my gloved hands

of my face. It wasn't for protection; it was a symbol.

, my voice low

ad ahead. He was an older man, maybe in his late fifties, with graying hair

think the

rearview mirror. "Smoothly, as expected. Those Colomb

ood. They needed to understand who they

the steering wheel tightly. "The

rected him,

ckly, swallowing hard. "

t at the passing city lights. "What about the prod

t we agreed upon. It'll be ready for distribution a

er asked, my gaze still

ifferent cars and pedestrians. Probably some were headed

se," Luca replied confidently. "No on

gaze shifting back to

nswering. "It's all accounted for. Clean. We trans

siness, and everything had to run like clock

s, something nagged at me. A det

nly, my voice cuttin

Don Gi

bout th

stantly. I saw his hands tighten on

tammered, his voice

the meeting this aft

radiating off him. "I-I left it on your desk, Don Giova

" My tone was calm

said quickly, his voice shaking.

nformation. What if someone walked into my office and saw it? Ca

anni," he whispered, hi

d slightly, my presence h

fix it as soon as we retu

ew me well enough to understand I wasn't just his boss; I was his

ng a glance at me in the mirror again. "T

," I said, dismissing hi

to driving. The streetlights cast long shadows a

ut to turn the corner,

the road, running reckl

my voice slicing throu

nd to look at me, his exp

roared, but it

ckening crunch, the sound of metal

her arms flailing helplessly before she

, everything

pered, his hands froze

tionless in front of the car. My chest tightened as

dered, my voice

iovann

oared, my pati

le before stepping out of the car. I followed, the

ir matted with blood. Her face was pale, her

wn at her. Something about her struck a chor

s voice trembled behi

ind was racing, my th

nd fell faintly, a sign

d finally, my voice c

stammered, pulling out h

was, my gaze fi