The Mafia's Virgin Nanny

By: Sam Crescent

She’d stumbled onto her father taking care of some of his wounds. He’d been slashed with a knife. His complete devotion to these men had terrified her, but looking back, he was a loyal man.

Someone to admire, no matter who he worked for.

She was proud to have been his daughter.

“I’d never be a rat. My father had a strong belief, and I would never hurt his memory by turning on those he considered his family.”

“Even if you hate us?” Alonzo asked.

“I don’t hate you.”

“You always run and hide,” he said.

She frowned. “I was told that being a nanny meant I couldn’t be seen or heard. No one wanted a screaming kid, and no one wanted a besotted nanny.”

“Do you think you could be besotted?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know, and it’s refreshing.”

There was a knock at the door, and she was thankful for the reprieve. She couldn’t handle another second right now. Conversations with Alonzo hadn’t exactly been on her list of things to deal with.

This was … weird.

In a good way though.

She rather liked his smile. He didn’t do it enough, that was for sure. When he got older, he’d probably have a lot more frown lines than those that showed a lifetime of happiness.

Locking her fingers together, she watched as Cole entered the room. He was one of Alonzo’s bodyguards. He held a large mug of chocolate, no marshmallows in sight.

“Thank you,” she said, as he placed the mug down on the table.

“You’re most welcome. Sir.” He turned on his heel and left.

“One hot chocolate for you,” Alonzo said.

“Do you get everyone in your employ to do your bidding?”

“I’m a Zanetti. If I wanted him to walk over broken glass, he would.”

“Do you often make suggestions like that?”

“Why? Are you worried?”

“I don’t imagine it inspires a great deal of loyal following if you act … mean to them.” She was going to say “like a dick,” but thought better of it.

Just because they were enjoying a drink together didn’t mean she could see him as a friend.

“You’d be surprised how I get my loyal following.”

She chuckled. “You make them sound like a group of girls and you’re the jock.”

This he did smile at again. She liked it a lot and wanted to see him doing it more often.

“You know Michele would love a private meeting with you,” she said.

Instantly, the smile was gone.

“Michele will not get a single meeting with me. Private or otherwise.”

“I think she has a crush.”

“Women that have crushes don’t go spreading their legs for every single dick that looks to sink it into a hole.”

Her cheeks heated. She’d never been spoken to like that before.

Michele was known for talking blatantly, and when men came to her, they always had something dirty to say to her.

Tessa was still a virgin at twenty years old and wasn’t about to sleep with some random guy to get rid of it. She wanted her first time to be special.

When her mother was alive, she’d actually talked to her about it. Her mother had thought it had to be special for a young woman’s first time, and there was no shame in wanting that either.

“Have I offended you?” Alonzo asked.

“Of course not.”

Hearing the dirty talk from his lips had shocked her a little, and what was more, she rather liked that he didn’t hold back.

Lifting up the mug of hot chocolate, she blew on the surface of the steaming mug, and took a sip.

It was delicious as she had no doubt it would be.


For the next week, each of their meetings was the same dance. Alonzo would be sitting there, waiting. Tessa would knock, and he noticed on days she really didn’t want to be near him, she’d only knock lightly.

He’d be listening for it though.

If she thought she was going to get out of this easily, she had another think coming.

Out of all of his life, the only part of his day he enjoyed so much was having her close to him.

Of course, it didn’t end the way he hoped either.

Tessa was never all over him, laughing at his jokes. She didn’t wear clothes to lure him in or say suggestive things. Whenever he did talk dirty, her cheeks would go a beautiful shade of pink that made him think about taking her in front of a mirror, to see if her entire body would blush at the things he wanted to do to her.

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