Page 30 of Bellini Born
The loud noise startled Serafina, whose head lifted on a whimper.
Immediately, I bounced her little bum, murmuring, “Shh,topolina.”
Enzo rose from his seat, tucking his phone into his pocket. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
“You’ll pick up Summer tomorrow?” I called out to his back as he moved to exit my office.
“Yes, Boss,” he teased before pulling the door open and disappearing.
He might love busting my balls, but I trusted him with my life, my daughters’ lives, and apparently, now with Summer’s.
Even still, I wouldn’t be able to breathe until she was officially under my roof.
Chapter 8
Summer
“Areyououtofyour mind?” Gabi yelled, her voice echoing off the walls of my tiny bedroom. “You can’t live there!”
My eyes slid shut as I mentally prepared to have this argument with my best friend.
She’d been out when I got home last night, so when she woke and found me packing my belongings, she demanded answers. And, as expected, she was none too pleased to find out I was moving in with Mr. Hot Daddy CEO.
God, I still couldn’tbelieveI’d said that out loud in his presence.
Sighing, I went back to shoving clothes into my suitcase. “It’s not like I have much of a choice.”
Hands gripped my shoulders and spun me around. Gabi gave me a little shake once we were face-to-face. “Don’t do this.”
“I have to pay him back.”
“Fuck your pride! Can’t you see that this is a terrible idea? These people are dangerous, Summer.”
“They’reyourfamily,” I countered.
Her head dropped back on a groan. “I know. But I won’t be able to sleep at night knowing I’m the reason you’ve found yourself caught in Matteo’s web.”
“His girls need a nanny.”
When Gabi’s eyes met mine, they softened. “They’ve been through a lot, and they’d be lucky to have you in their lives. Except for the fact that you’re not a nanny.”
“It’s basically higher-level babysitting. Sure, I haven’t done much of that since before college, but the internet is full of resources on how to provide enriching experiences for kids. I’ll figure it out.”
She scoffed. “Does the internet also have a guide on how to survive living in a mafia don’s house?”
I shrugged. “He said he works a lot, so I can’t imagine we’ll have too much interaction.”
Before my best friend could argue further, the intercom buzzed.
“That’ll be Enzo.”
Gabi’s eyes bulged. “Enzois personally escorting you?”
My head cocked to the side. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”
She rubbed both hands over her face. “This is so much worse than I thought.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
