Page 26 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“Yes.”

Well, he doesn’t hold back any punches.

I gulp, wondering if I made the right decision taking this job. “I understand.”

“You won’t be gone long?” he questions, finishing his grilled cheese sandwich.

“I’m not sure, why?”

“I was hoping we could have a movie night. I have a theater—”

“—How about just the living room? In front of that beautiful fireplace.”

“I can have a TV installed by the time you get home.”

I was about to argue, but I really wanted a night in front of the fireplace, and I knew better than to fight with a man who has more money than I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Sounds great. I’ll see you later then. I’m going to get Ella ready, and we will be ready to go.”

“Gianni will be waiting out front for you,” he says, polishing off the soup already.

“I can take that—” I reach for it, but he slides it out of the way.

“Nonsense. I can do it. You’d be surprised what all I can do, Ms. Matthews.”

I nibble on my bottom lip, thinking about all the things I wouldn’t be surprised at all that he could do. “Okay,” I manage to say. “I will leave you to wash your own dish.”

I hurry out of the room, closing the door behind me, and sigh as I lean against it.

Holy hell, that man has power.

I don’t stand a chance.

“Ella!” I shout. “Make sure you get ready. We’re going to the park.”

A loud shrieking pierces the air while her tiny footsteps cause such loud stomps. I chuckle, getting myself ready. I stay in the same pair of jeans and long sleeve shirt, but slip on my Converse shoes. I pack a bag of snacks, juice, and water.

I’m barely at the front door for a minute when Ella comes flying through the foyer.

“I’m ready. I’m ready! Let’s go!”

“Say bye to your dad,” I tell her, pointing to his office.

She snags my hand and pulls me out the door. “Bye, Daddy!”

I hear his voice echo from behind the doors, and I can just imagine the gorgeous smile that paints his face as he speaks. “Bye, Ella Bella. Have fun. Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you too!” Her eyes are straight ahead, locked on the car, and I nearly miss grabbing the handle to shut the door because she’s tugging me so hard.

“Slow down. The park isn’t going anywhere,” I muse, finding her excitement adorable.

Gianni opens the car door for us, and she leaps into her booster seat, buckling herself in.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” she shouts.

I toss the bag in and take a seat. “You heard the lady, Gianni.”

He cracks a smile, shaking his head before closing us in and hurrying around the front of the car. As Gianni puts on his seatbelt, I look to the right to see Matias standing by his window. Our eyes lock as he watches us drive away. He lifts his hand to wave goodbye, and I do the same in return, wondering why it feels like I’m leaving something important behind.

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