Page 57 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

I’m about to lean in and claim her right here and now when Captain Gerald speaks over the intercom.

“Welcome aboard the Lady Fiorella. I’m your Captain. You can call me Gerald whenever you see me. We are about to start cruising, so if you could find somewhere comfortable to sit while we get out of the bay, that would be fantastic,” Gerald says casually since he is used to us being here. I pay him to be my Captain full-time even when I’m not using him. “If you need anything, please see Dani or Heath and they will help you. Bar is stocked. Food is being prepared. And the sun is shining. It’s going to be a great day, Milazzo Crew.”

“Come on, let’s go to the front for the view.” I place my hand on her lower back, guiding her through the main cabin.

“Is that… is that a fireplace?”

I clear my throat. “Yes, it is. Above are two bedrooms and bathrooms, below is the kitchen, and there are two bars, and a few other goodies you’ll learn about over a period of time.”

“Oh my god. Is that even needed? Truly, do you use it?”

“I’m using it now, aren’t I?” I tease just as we step out onto the bow.

“Holy f—fudge,” she’s careful not to curse with Ella nearby. “That’s a hot tub.”

“It is.”

“And a slide. A big slide. And a lazy river.”

“It wraps around the entire boat. I love it. It’s one of my favorite things about Lady Fiorella.”

“Wow.” She walks ahead, stopping in between the white leather seats, standing next to a fire pit.

She looks like she belongs.

I lean against a railing, crossing my arms, watching as the sun beams into her hair. The blonde strands glitter in the bright rays, and I know if I were to touch her skin right now, it would be warm.

“Daddy, come in the pool!” Ella shouts, splashing Gianni as he sits on the edge.

I shuck my shirt off and toss it on the chair. “I will in a second.”

“Are you flexing?” Gianni leans back to whisper so only I can hear.

“What? No. I don’t need to flex.” I might be flexing, but he doesn’t need to know that.

I rub my hand against my thighs, situating my swim shorts for no good reason other than being nervous. Taking a step, I freeze with fear when Sophie peers over the boat.

“Sophie! Don’t look over the edge too much.”

“But there are dolph—ins!” she screams, falling over the edge of the yacht.

“Sophie!” I sprint and don’t bother stopping to see where she is. I jump in after her. I dive into the water, the cool temperature drifting over my hot skin. I swim to the surface, gasping for air. “Sophie? Sophie!” I yell for her, then see her blonde hair a few yards away.

Kicking and moving my arms as quick as I can, I cut through the water.

And when I get to her, she’s laughing, treading water. “Oops.”

The yacht is turning around and will get to us in a minute.

“Oops?Oops?Are you fucking kidding me?” I curse, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She flinches. “Matias, it was an accident—”

“—Hey! Is everyone okay?” Gianni yells down at us, tossing over the ladder.

“We’re fine!” I reply, fucking furious. “Go on,” I tell her, doing my best to remain calm.

“Matias, I’m sorry.” She climbs the ladder, and I don’t follow until Gianni helps her to the main level and she’s safe.

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