Page 56 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

When Ella comes to view, I have to bite my tongue not to laugh. It would hurt her feelings.

She has her bright purple flippers on and is wearing her hot pink one-piece bathing suit that has a fluffy tutu around the waist. Ella has also managed to put on a scuba mask, completely covering her eyes and nose while having her mouth on the breathing apparatus.

“Gummy Bear, we aren’t leaving right this moment,” Gianni informs her in a sweet, caring voice.

She spits the mouthpiece out. “I know. I’m just getting into character.”

“Character?” I echo in question.

“Duh. Ariel, Daddy. I’m a mermaid.”

“Of course. Well, let me go get ready so I can get you in the water, okay?”

“Yay!” she squeals, doing her best to run to the living room but the fins stop her.

God. I have a cute kid.

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An hour later, we are at the yacht. I have ten extra men with me, and they are carrying their guns, but under their shirts so Ella does not see.

In typical fashion, Sophie has covered as much of her body as she can. I don’t understand why. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing a dark green one-piece. It hugs all her curves and cups her tits in a way that pushes them up. Then, in the middle of the neckline, there are laces that tie in a crisscross pattern. She’s wearing a long sleeve sheer black cover-up. I know it’s so others don’t see her scars.

I didn’t pay attention to them when we had sex. I know she wouldn’t like that, but she won’t be able to hide her scars from me forever.

She has big black sunglasses on that are heart-shaped and her blonde hair is in braided pigtails that I want to fucking pull on while I fuck her from behind.

Christ.

Maybe having a boat day was a bad idea.

“Wow,” Sophie awes as she takes in the yacht as we step onto it. “It’s beautiful. It’s huge.”

I never care about what women think about me or what I own, but I can’t help that my chest puffs out a little in pride when Sophie admits that. I love that she’s impressed. I want her to be. I want to show her that everything I have is hers, and anything she wants, she doesn’t even need to ask, and I will deliver it while kneeling at her feet. I’ll praise her like the goddess she is, hoping one day she sees her worth.

“Make yourself at home. Anything you want, Dani and Heath will be at your service,” I tell her.

“Mr. Milazzo. It’s good to see you again.” Heath shakes my hand and Dani gives a short, curt bow. She never liked to touch, even the simplest, like a handshake.

“You as well. What’s the plan for the day?”

“We’re just going to cruise until we get to the sandbar. Ella’s favorite.”

“Yay! There are always little fish there.” She runs into the cabin, and a second later, a splash follows.

“Is that a pool? On a boat?”

I nod. “Yes. I’m not always comfortable with Ella getting into the water depending on the day. So, we can get the sun and ocean all while being safe. She can still swim and have fun.”

“That’s sweet you thought of that for her.”

“Everything I do is for her.” And you, I want to add, but I decide not to. It will only scare her away.

“I can’t get over how big this boat is. I’ve never seen a yacht. I mean, I have on TV. That sounds bad, doesn’t it? Like I have no life.” She shakes her head, looking away from the high ceilings and granite countertops.

I slide my fingers under her chin and force her to look at me. “It sounds like you’ve never been given the riches you deserve, and I plan to change that.”

She parts her lips with a sharp exhale, her eyes drifting to my lips.

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