Page 35 of The Mobster's Nanny

She chuckles with a huff, and the sound makes me smile. “Well, if painting my nails and rewatching an old movie for the third time counts as important business, then yes, I am very busy.”

“Really?” I can’t help but chuckle, holding the phone closer to my ear while walking away from the bank. The wistful feeling in my chest shifts into one of fondness and affection from Liss’s voice alone, but it only makes me want her even closer. “What‘s the movie?”

“Rebel Without a Cause.”

“Oh, so James Dean does it for you, huh?”

“Well, you know I like bad boys.”

This time, I laugh out loud, feeling so stupidly happy to hear that she likes me and get into the car. God, I can’t hold myself back, I have to see her.

“You know, I’m just done with work, and I was thinking I could stop by your place, finish the movie with you, and then take you out for a fancy dinner. What do you think?”

“Fancy dinner, huh?” Liss hums with fake uncertainty, but I can hear a smile in her voice and turn on the ignition even before she gives up with a huff. “I can’t say no to that—not when I almost have my nails done.”

I show up at her doorstep some twenty minutes later, and if you told me three months ago that I’d be happy to make out with a girl for like five minutes, I’d laugh at you—but when it’s Liss greeting me at her doorstep, I’m more than happy to comply. Especially when it leads to fast, chaotic, and full-of-laughter sex on her sofa that leaves me panting and utterly blissed out in her arms.

Sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe just how perfect she is—or rather, how perfect she isfor me. I didn’t think I would ever feel this way after Sienna’s death, but…god, I have this feeling in my gut that Liss is just right for me, you know? She’sthe one.

As soon as the thought pops up in my head, I can’t shake it off, and every time I look at Liss, I feel it only growing deeper into my bones. Her smiles, her voice, her care, her touches—every little detail makes my heart warm, and I kiss her again and again, making her giggle. Can you imagine a woman so perfect?

We spend the last forty minutes of the movie snuggled on her sofa, and I’m glad I don’t have to keep my hands to myself and can freely hold her whole body against mine. But it becomes increasingly difficult when she starts dressing up, making me aroused with just the lines of her body, and I almost want to suggest staying at home.

But no, I want to make this evening special for her—and it turns out to be all worth it. Because an hour later, Liss sits in front of me in a tightly-fit dark green dress with her shoulders bare and her jewelry glistening in the candlelight, and I can’t even think about trading this dinner for anything else.

“It’s such a beautiful place,” Liss whispers to me over the table, looking around with a glint of awe in her hazel eyes. It is rather pretty, I agree, but I don’t want to look at anything else but her. “I’ve never even heard about it.”

“Then I should take you here more often.” I smile at her, going as far as to give her a wink. “It’s definitely not as beautiful without you.”

Liss blinks and just looks at me for a moment, caught off guard, before casting her gaze to the menu while the corner of her lips rises into a shy smile. “Ah, you’re so…”

“Romantic?”

“Corny,” she says, deadpan, and I only grin in response. I know she likes it, though.

We spend the rest of the dinner talking and exchanging smiles, our gazes locked, our hands finding each other on the table, and it feels as if someone has put a spell on the evening. What else can explain that sensation of dancing sparkles in my chest? Why else does everything feel so amazing?

Perhaps, the answer is right in front of me—because when I’m with Liss, every minute feels like a dream.

After dinner, I don’t hurry to drive her back to her apartment. Instead, I invite her to take a walk along the lakefront, and we spend another hour just talking and enjoying each other’s presence with our hands entwined between us. It feels so intimate, so…sensual that when we finally get home, I pull Liss into a tight embrace and kiss her slowly and deeply until she loses her breath.

I take my time with her tonight, not rushing to claim her body but exploring and worshiping it instead until Liss turns into a trembling, whimpering mess under my lips and hands. When I finally thrust inside of her, holding her down and murmuring praise, she comes right away—but I don’t stop and keep riding with her to the second orgasm. It feels so good just to have her in my power and make her writhe and lose her mind with pleasure for being so obedient to me.

We fall asleep just like that, with our limbs entangled, our breathing heavy in the silence of the night, and my last thought before drifting off is to hold Liss closer and never let go.

When I wake up, the room is gray in the faint light of the early morning and my bladder is full. The call of nature pulls me out of Liss’s bed and away—but this time, I can come back into her arms without worrying about Romeo being stuck with Riccardo or any of my other friends. The idea of spending the morning with Liss makes me smile, and I’m already thinking about where to take her for breakfast by the time I get back under the blanket.

Liss is still deep in her sleep, but it’s too early to get up anyway, so I move to hug her, ready to doze off again. She has plenty of pillows on her bed—I don’t know why, but I guess it’s a woman thing—and I have to dig my hand under them to settle properly with my arm under Liss’s head. She murmurs something sleepily and sighs, fidgeting to press closer to me, and I smile fondly and close my eyes.

Yeah, she has to get a lot of rest before—

Wait. I frown and spread my fingers again, feeling something solid under the pillows. What’s that? Well, it’s probably none of my business, but I can’t help my curiosity. I move my hand just a little further, tracing the outline of the object, and something pinches in my chest. I know the shape of it too well even if my mind refuses to admit that it’s a knife.

Why would Liss have it under her pillows? Is she scared of something? Is someone threatening her? A dozen questions flash through my mind, pushing all remnants of sleep out of me, and I fidget, trying not to wake Liss up with my tension, and pull the knife closer to me. Liss does frown in her sleep and rolls onto her belly, but her eyes remain closed, unaware of my heavy gaze on her.

The pieces start to come together even before I slide the sheath from under the sheets, but I refuse to listen to the voice of logic—because I don’t know if my heart will be able to take it. Of course, the knife is just a precaution. Liss probably found out about my family business and is now scared of the Mafia world. But why hasn’t she told me? Where did she find the knife in the first place?

It takes me one glance to see that it’s not a kitchen knife or anything else Liss would be able to find in a store. It’s a goddamndagger, and when I hold the sheath closer to my eyes to check the engraving, I go still. It feels as if someone knocked a bucket of ice water over my guts, the cold going deep into my bones.

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