Nanny For The Mafia Boss

Victoria.

The thunder roared and ravaged the earth as it rained cats and dogs.

I lay curled on my worn-out mattress, tears staining my torn pillow. I had just lost another job.

Another thunderclap and I jumped right out of my bed and sprinted to a far corner of my tiny bedroom, my two hands covering my ears. I didn't like the thunder.

I stayed curled into a ball bawling my eyes out till the thunderclaps subsided. The storm was over as it seemed but not the storm inside me.

As I stayed curled up, my left hand placed on my forehead as my right hand played with the hole in my night dress, a million thoughts racing through my mind. Life was really cruel, I thought. Nothing worked out in my favor.

I sat there for what felt like hours till I got the strength to do what I must do.

I got up and took slow hesitant steps to my tiny cooking area that can't be classified as a kitchen.

As my feet stepped into the area, I took a good look around, bearing in mind that it would be the last time I would see the space I had grown to love, no matter the size.

I grabbed the kitchen knife with a shaky hand while exhaling a large amount of air from my tense body.

I made my way back to my bedroom, closing the squeaking door behind me. I mentally prepared myself for the pain.

I lifted up my heavy sad ocean eyes to the Mother Mary figurine placed neatly on my reading table, beside my favorite books.

“Forgive me, mother, I don't have the strength or will to go on anymore, I have lost everything, my heart is heavy and my very soul is shattered. Accept my soul oh pure virgin”. I finished as a lone tear slipped from my beautiful sad eyes.

My attention went back to the knife in my hand. Grabbing it with both hands, I lifted it above my head and closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath because I knew what I was about to do was not easy.

Before I could swing my hands that held the knife into my stomach...

DING!

I opened my eyes in a flash, staring at the now lit-up screen of my phone.

Unknowingly, the knife dropped from my hands as I made my way to the bed.

I picked up my phone and read the notification on my screen.

“BILLIONAIRE ALESSANDRO ROSSI HAS CONFIRMED SPLIT FROM SUPERMODEL WIFE, ROBERTA ROSSI”.

I scoffed in disbelief at the news. I stared intently at the man's picture displayed on my phone screen. A drop-dead gorgeous man.

Subconsciously, I traced my slender fingers over his features. A Greek god in human form.

I did not know for how long I stared at his photo as he stared right back at me, deep into my troubled soul.

Breaking away from the compulsive gaze, I shook away the feeling swirling inside me as I tossed my phone on my bed.

Unbelievable!. Barely two years into their marriage and they were separated already.

Rich people problems. I wondered if rich people actually find true love in life. If I ever got close to a man like Alessandro, I thought, I would hold him tight and never let go. He seemed like a decent and nice man even though he never smiled in pictures, just a smirk. Only a crazy woman would let him go.

Well, that was not my problem.

I got up, forgetting my previous death sentence passed on me by myself, as I made my way to my small bathroom.

I turned on the faucet and felt the warm water cascade from my blond untrimmed hair down my naked back. I needed this.

I placed my both palms on the bathroom wall to let the water stream down my back. It felt good.

I thought a million thoughts before turning off the tap and getting out of the shower. I couldn't afford a very high water bill right now. I was jobless and broke.

I walked out of the bathroom naked, drying my body with a towel. I lived alone so it was just me all the time. Besides, it was a habit for me. My best friends visited most times but not today.

I rummaged through my wardrobe for my workout attire, I needed a run to clear my head and think positively. Putting my gear on, I sat on my bed tying my shoelaces, as my phone rang.

My screen lit up with “BABE”. That was one of my best friends, Grace calling me. Babe was a nickname the trio adopted back in high school for each other. Victoria, Grace and Daniel.

“Babe,” Grace said slowly over the line.

“Hey,” I said, gripping my phone tightly against my ear and right shoulder as I continued with what I was doing.

“What happened Victoria, I heard you got fired for indecent behavior”.

I used to work at the mall with Grace. Our married boss Ronald had eyes on me.

“No way he broadcasted that lie to you guys too”.

I said as I fell back into the bed, my right hand slung lazily over my eyes as my left hand held the phone tightly to my ear.

“What really happened, Vicks? What did you do, how did this happen?”. She scolded me like a mother would.

“Mr. Ronald groped me without my consent and I slapped him, that's all”. I shuddered recalling the nasty experience.

“You should have let it go, Vicks, now look, you're jobless and broke”.

Tears welled up in my eyes at my best friend's words. I couldn't believe she would tell me to keep calm while someone took advantage of me.

“No, Grace! No, you don't get to tell me how I should feel or how I should react. You of all people should know what I've been through. I can't seem to get anything right in my life! I'm neck deep in debt, I just lost my father, my mother is a drug addict who ran off with a boy to God knows where. My rent is due, my food will probably not last till the weekend, I just got fired and humiliated!”. I lashed out at Grace, saying the last part while sniffling.

I tried to wipe my tears away with the back of my hand. Life must really hate me so much.

“I'm so sorry babe, please forgive me. I forgot just how much you have on your plate”. She sounded apologetic.

“It's fine, Grace, maybe it'll be better if I'm gone. The world doesn't like me”.

“Don't say that, Victoria! I love you and I need you here. I'll help you look for a job, babe. We'll get through this together”.

“Okay, I have to go”.

I was not in the mood right now, I needed to clear my mind and think. I needed a run.

Grabbing my phone, I stood up from my bed and made my way to the door.

My feet kicked something and I bent down to inspect what it was.

It was the knife I had grabbed from my kitchen.

I picked it up and made my way to the kitchen.

Placing it back in its position, I stared at it for a second longer.

One thought ran through my mind.

Without Alessandro Rossi's strange intervention earlier I might probably have killed myself already.

It was strange how someone who does not even know that you exist could be your savior.

Little did I know that our fates would soon be entwined.

His fingers drummed on the rich mahogany table in front of him as his publicist read out his statement before it was to be announced to the media.

Alessandro Rossi's stormy gray eyes were closed as a strand of rich black hair lay lazily on his forehead. He was boiling in anger. For a man who was known for his infamous "devil smirk”, his mean stoic expression was scarier. Everybody in the room was holding their breath.

***

Alessandro.

I was distracted, the entire room froze from the cold demeanor I exhibited, I could feel it. How dare she take my heir and make a run for it?

No one crossed me. I was a billionaire CEO by day and a mafia boss by night. I ruled the world and the underworld with an iron fist. This was unheard of!

It was unheard of that I was crossed by a tramp like my ex-wife.

My phone rang, snapping me out of my reverie. I believed this was the call I was waiting for.

“Yes, Sebastian”. I said gruffly into the line “Text me the location”. I hung up.

I rose up with authority in all my glory. 6’2 inches of pure unadulterated masculinity. All eyes were on me as I made my way out of the boardroom.

“Do what you must, this meeting is over”. I declared. The men around released breaths they didn't know they were holding in once I left the room. Now they could breathe fine.

I made my way down to my parking lot. I slipped in behind the wheels as I brought my engine to life. I had a funeral to officiate.

I had married Roberta because we were compatible. The perfect couple in the eyes of the press, that was what I needed. She was just a model I picked up from the runway for a one-night stand. She stuck around and proved herself loyal, resulting in our marriage.

I arrived at the location in no time. I saw my right-hand man, Sebastian standing in front of the warehouse. He was on a call but hung up immediately when he noticed his boss’ car had arrived. He knew his position.

As soon as he saw me, he made his way to me.

“Good day, capo”. Sebastian said, opening the car door for me.

“Where are they?” I said, taking off my sunglasses.

“Inside”. Sebastian led the way into the warehouse.

Inside the run-down warehouse, I saw my runaway wife tied up on a seat next to a battered young man. The whole place reeked of death and blood.

“Roberta, long time no see,” I taunted her.

Alessandro was known to be a devil in the underworld, the invincible capo of the Italian mafia. His devil smirk was the last thing people ever saw before they arrived at the pearly gates. He was a man to be feared.

“Alessandro, you monster! Let me go”. Roberta yelled, pulling at the strings that bound her. She looked tearfully over at her boyfriend who was half dead.

“Monster?, I am not the monster Roberta. I am worse than the monster”.

I bent down to look at them at eye level. My shiny Italian shoes stepped on the young man's feet, crushing his toenails.

“When I speak, you pay attention boy!”. I applied more pressure as the young man groaned and squirmed in pain.

“Stop Alessandro, you'll kill him!”. I looked over slowly at my wife as she stared wide-eyed at me.

“That's the entire plan, my dear wife”. That devilish smirk appeared and Roberta shrunk back in fear.

“Please just let him go”. She dared to beg for the life of her lover in front of her husband.

I stared at her unfeelingly and without emotions. I clenched my jaw in anger. She had dared to tell the mafia boss what to do.

I took slow menacing steps towards where Roberta was captured.

“No one tells me what you do” I enunciated, grabbing her jaw in a painful way.

“I'm sorry please, it hurts”. I cried out.

I took one hard look at the woman I had come to tolerate. One thing that pleased me about Roberta initially was how submissive and loyal she was.

She knew what I did for a living, she knew I killed people but she never batted an eyelid. She let me do my thing as far as I sponsored her lifestyle.

That was until she found out she was pregnant. Initially, Roberta was thinking of getting an abortion. She was a model and having a baby might temporarily if not permanently reduce her popularity and demand. She couldn't have that.

When I was informed of the pregnancy I was surprised, shocked even. We had never planned for that, but I was happy. I would finally have an heir.

I flew off the rails when she informed me of her plan to terminate the pregnancy. How dare she!

I remember clearly how much I threatened her into submission.

She eventually claimed that she grew to love the baby after she felt him kick, who knows maybe she did.

I looked over at the battered face of the young driver whose name I couldn't even remember. The boy was my wife's driver. They both dared to play on my intelligence. They would feel my wrath.

I stood up from my crouched position and turned as I walked a few feet away from them, I turned almost instantly but now brandishing a gun.

“Alright, Roberta, I'm feeling quite generous today, my son has been returned to me”. I was smiling like a psychopath and waving the gun around as I spoke.

Roberta's eyes stayed trained on the gun. She had turned pale from fear.

“Please, Alessandro, I don't want to play your games”. She begged.

I smirked as I looked down at her, I liked her begging. She was good at it.

“Not games, my beautiful Roberta, questions”. I traced her well-sculpted jawline with the gun.

Roberta was frozen with fear as she could only nod.

“Why did you think you could escape with my son and raise him as a pauper with your driver boyfriend. Remember, one wrong answer and he dies”.

Roberta's eyes snapped to me as she looked at me straight in the eyes. A lone tear fell from her eyes.

“Please don't do this, Alessandro, I beg you. You can take the baby, I won't stop you, I won't even appear in front of you ever again. I beg you”.

“Wrong answer”. I said.

A loud boom was heard in the warehouse as the young boy's body dropped to the floor. He was dead. The young heir's little voice could be heard as well. The gunshot must have startled the baby.

“Noooooo, Jeremy!!!”. Roberta cried out, violently shaking herself in her seat. She was trying to loosen the binds and get to her lover. Pathetic.

Love was for the weak, I knew that very well. I didn't do love.

“What have you done, Alessandro?” She looked at me with red eyes mad with fury. She had snapped.

“I told you the rules of the game. Are you scared now?”. I sounded bored as I sat down a few feet away from Roberta. My legs spread as the gun hung lazily in my right hand as my left hand ran through my silky midnight black hair.

“You devil!, you want to know why I knew Jeremy would be a better father to my son than you?.”Roberta scoffed, rolling her eyes. Her statement caught my attention.

“That's because Jeremy was there for me when you weren't, he talked me out of the abortion gently and lovingly while you threatened to kill me if I removed your baby. He even offered to raise the baby as his and give him his name and a normal life.

What type of man are you? You're a beast, the devil himself. One thing I promise you is that you will never find love, you will never experience it, you will never have a woman look at you the way you want her to”.

“Shut the fuck up, Roberta”. My jaw ticked in anger.

“No, let me speak Alessandro Rossi, you can't do anything else to hurt me now. You don't control me, you've taken the only thing I was living for, you might as well kill me too”

“Watch your words, Roberta”.

“Or what? You'll shoot me too? I dare you. Alessandro, you will fall head over heels in love with a woman and she'll never love you back, she'll hate your very existence and fear even your shadow. You will never have what Jeremy and I had. You know why? That's because you'll never be half the man Jeremy was, you'll always be a caveman and a monster”. She spat at him.

BANG!

I shot Roberta in the head. She insulted me, she dared to compare me to her boyfriend. She deserved what she got.

“I don't do love”

“Clean this up”. I ordered my men as I got up, tucking my gun into my back pocket.

I saw Sebastian approaching, carrying the young Rossi in his arms.

“Capo”. Sebastian said, extending his arms.

I gently took the baby from his arms and stared at his face. He was the spitting image of his father. A Rossi true and true. The baby lay calmly, sucking his thumb. My eyes snapped back to Roberta and her lover, I eyed them with disgust.

I walked out of the warehouse, as I got into the backseat with the baby in my arms. Sebastian got into the driver's seat and took us back to the mansion.

We arrived in no time and I gently carried the baby in my arms into the house as Sebastian followed closely behind. As I stepped into the living room I was greeted by the smiling face of Roberta. I had forgotten her portrait was there.

She was indeed a very beautiful woman. What a waste.

I clenched my fist and my lips turned down in distaste.

“Take that damn picture down and find me a competent nanny”.