Page 54 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“How about we take the yacht out today?”

She squeals and jumps off my leg, and I know she’s about to run, so I snag her shirt to keep her in place before she darts off to get ready.

“Breakfast first. Then we will go.”

She climbs into her chair just as Sophie places her plate down in front of her. Pancakes and eggs. Ella drenches it all in syrup, eggs included, then starts shoveling it into her mouth.

Sophie sets my plate down next.

“What about everyone else?” she asks. “Do I need to save some for them?”

“No. Today is a family day. I’ve already informed everyone.”

“I’ll make a plate for Gianni and take it to him.”

“You won’t dare until you eat something, too. And you won’t be taking it to him. Ella would love to take her Uncle Gianni some breakfast. Wouldn’t you?”

She nods, her plate nearly gone.

Sophie unties her apron, makes herself a plate, sits down, and finally eats.

Ella hops down from the chair. “I’m ready! Can I go give it to him now?” she asks, with syrup all over her mouth.

“Go on. Make the plate for him, too.” I always love to see her pile on the food. She honestly thinks we eat so much because we are so much bigger than her.

Amused, I cut into my pancake and watch Ella put five large scoops of eggs and ten pancakes on the plate.

“Oh my god, that is—”

“—Perfect. Gianni will love that.” I place my hand on Sophie’s knee. “Don’t forget coffee. Get a tray too so it’s easier to carry.”

She sets it all up and very slowly makes her way to Gianni’s room. She moves as if she’s a sloth, afraid to spill anything.

“That’s so much food, Matias.”

“I know, but I think it’s adorable and so does Gianni. We’re giants in her eyes.”

“It was adorable.” Sophie sips on her own coffee, doing her best not to look at me.

“You won’t have to prepare anything for the boat. It’s always stocked, and I have a chef that will cook us lunch and dinner.”

“That’s… too much. I can’t ask you to—”

“—You didn’t ask. This is my life. It’s how I live. We’re going on a yacht today and you’ll have a good time. Okay?”

“Okay, Mr. Milazzo,” she whispers, and it makes my cock swell in my sweatpants.

I growl, taking her hand and placing it on my cock. “Be careful how you speak to me, Sophie. I’m hanging by a thread.”

She gasps, her lips shining with syrup, and all I want more than anything is to steal them in a kiss. I just know the syrup would be even sweeter coming from her. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Sophie,” I growl in warning. “Go get ready for the boat or I’m about to bend you over this counter and fuck you.”

She strokes me.

“Sophie.”

Much to my disappointment, she releases me, flying from her chair and into her room. The door slams behind her, echoing throughout the house.

---