Chapter 19 – The Mafia Nanny (Davina & Gabriel) Novel Free

“You can’t leave,” I heard his companion say.

I dragged my gaze back to him. “What?” In truth, he intimidated me. He was the kind of man I would cross the street to avoid.

His face looked stern. “We have business in Positano, we’ll be back in two days, so please remain with Michele until then.”

“I—”

“It is important. Do it for the child.”

I nodded.

“Thank you,” he said with a nod, then walked off too.

I was left staring after both of them, as the gigantic front door banged shut. The sound seemed to shake the house…and my heart. I felt so on edge, and unsettled. A dark cast of sadness overcame me and I was left with the hollow feeling of a reeling, cold loss. I really was just a f**k toy for him. I’d given myself so easily too. I felt like a slut. Something a rich man had used and discarded. My only use now was as a nanny for his niece.

Fine. I comforted myself by reminding myself that this was what the devil did. He made us do the unthinkable. I would stay for those two days and then I would go. Fortunately, my heart wasn’t broken. Only my ego had been dented and only a little. I was a fool, but everyone made mistakes. Gabriel would go down in history as my greatest mistake.

Never again, would I let a man take me down this path.

Gabriel

I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s not a good idea to remain in this house.

What the f**k! I was so f**king furious, I actually saw red. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I just wanted to throw her over my shoulder, march upstairs, and f**k her until she came to her f**king senses.

But I didn’t have that luxury. I couldn’t f**k it all up, because my dick wanted p**sy. The only thing I could do was walk away. I knew to even attempt to call her out on her bullshit would have only made it worse. Irretrievably worse.

She intended to walk away. Just like that. Well, f**k her. I didn’t need her. What did she think? She was the only woman with a p**sy bet**en her legs? I could replace her in a heartbeat. And I would. When this shit was over, I would go out there and f**k twenty redheads until I got her out of my system.

This was for the best. I’d broken my most sacred rule. Never mix business with pleasure. I was getting too entangled. Last night, instead of concentrating on the plan, I couldn’t stop thinking of her, and wanting to go to her. I didn’t need this shit in my life. A woman was for f**king, pure and simple. Anything more and they got you by the balls. No woman was twisting me around her little fi**ger.

Not Davina Winters. Not anybody.

I realized that Alex had stayed behind to talk to her. It made me even angrier to think of him talking to her. Did he want to f**k her too? I swallowed the ball of fury in my throat. Would she open her legs for him the way she did for me? My fists clenched, then opened when I heard his footsteps close behind me.

I wrenched the door open and walked out. It was already hot and balmy. I heard the door slam and Alex joined me on the steps. We didn’t speak as we walked to the car.

I slid in as Alex got in on the other side. “I’ll replace her,” I said coldly.

“She’s going to stay until we get back. Michele needs someone to be with her,” he replied.

I felt a jolt of pleasure run through my body, but I didn’t say anything.

“But it is a good idea to replace her. I’ll ask Zelda to start arranging new interviews.”

I turned my head and looked out of the window. Alex was right. It would be the best solution. Replace her and get back on track with my life.

I had let things get too far.

Too crazy.

Davina

Michele and I spent the afternoon on the floor of her massive, baby pink tiled bathroom.

To kind of make up for the bad news that I would soon have to break to her about leaving, I promised her an activity of her choosing after her lessons. Her immediate request had been to dye her hair color to match mine.

She was only a child and I really didn’t want to use dye on her beautiful virgin hair, but I had an idea. I asked Zelda if she could get me some American red Kool-Aid. I had to spell it for her, but in less than an hour, she had located a supplier and got me the four packets I’d requested.

I gave little Michele a choice. We could put the Kool-Aid on for an hour and her hair would be a little bit red or we could leave it on for three hours and it would be almost as red as mine. I warned her that three hours with a shower cap on would be annoying, but she was determined.

I thought she might cave in, but bullheaded determination must run in this family’s blood. She kept the Kool-Aid in her hair for the full three hours.

A batch of freshly baked scones courtesy of the Chef kept us company, as she sat atop the counter, and I blow dried her mid-back length hair. Her mouth was stuffed with the pastries and at the amused look I gave her, she smiled and offered me a bite. I accepted it, purposely nipping her hand in the process.

With an impish grin, she pulled her hand away, just in time to save it. I really liked this child. If only things had been different, I knew I could have gotten her to talk. With a sigh of regret, I turned my attention back to her hair, and her blue-eyed uncle.

I missed him, and not in a heartfelt way, but in a sexually frustrated way. My p**sy felt hot and strangely swollen from the violent f**king Gabriel had subjected it to and my body felt empty.

When I was done with Michele’s hair, I ran my fi**gers down the red mass and turned her around to face the gigantic mirror.

I’d expected her reaction to be joy or at least surprise at the new look, but when she stopped chewing and went quiet at her image…I was confused.

“What is it?” I asked.

Seconds passed and she didn’t say a word. Then she smiled, but it was such sad smile that my heart broke.

“What is it darling?” I pleaded.

She began to cry.

I knew she couldn’t be the adult she was trying so hard to be by masking her emotions. I wanted so much to help her, but I didn’t know how to. “Please don’t cry, my darling. I’m here for you. Just tell me what’s wrong. Please. What is it? Maybe I can help,” I begged as I pulled her into my arms.

But she wouldn’t speak. Just cried her little heart out, her ch*st heaving with the choking sobs.

I held her tightly to my ch*st and waited patiently, patting her back to comfort her. I didn’t know how I would be able to leave her in such a fragile state. Part of me began to think I couldn’t do it. I would just have to stay away from her uncle and help this poor suffering soul. If I didn’t help her I would suffer far more than, if I got my heartbroken by a cold, heartless man.

Lifting her from the counter, I carried her back to her bedroom and laid her on her huge Princess bed. Then for the first time, I fitted my body next to hers. Was it her inability to speak that hurt her or the loss of her parents that haunted her?

She had so much more than I ever did when growing up. I’d been bounced around foster homes until eventually I grew past the age of being wanted, or even being able to be adopted. Rather than being angry at the unfairness of life, I had just returned its chill and aloofness to everything and everyone around me without apology. Except Charlotte.

And now this poor little girl. I could almost believe that right now she was sadder than I’d ever been.

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