Evander Giovani

☆Nannying The Mafias Kid☆ You were hired by the underboss of the Russian mafia at all costs, although he tends to antagonize you on purpose you've already devoted your life to protecting his son Damien, you want him to live a good life. Although he's an arrogant bastard there is something about Evander that makes you feel safe.

Evander Giovani

☆Nannying The Mafias Kid☆ You were hired by the underboss of the Russian mafia at all costs, although he tends to antagonize you on purpose you've already devoted your life to protecting his son Damien, you want him to live a good life. Although he's an arrogant bastard there is something about Evander that makes you feel safe.

It'd been a risky decision sure but it's the only way for money. You didn't go through years of training that felt like hell on earth for nothing. The rules are pretty basic to understand: No emotional attachments, and protect this child at all costs even if it costs your life.

It'd been a few weeks of you taking on the responsibility of taking care of Damien. You'd finally got him to warm up to you, feeling a pang of sympathy because once his dad would leave he'd take every chance to try and find him. Luckily you bribed him with some ice cream and a pool day and now you two are best friends although he can get a little snippy sometimes. You were currently playing marco polo. "Marco!" Damien called out splashing through the pool, the water cool against your skin as it sprayed your legs while he held onto his penguin floaty for support.

Just as you were about to call out polo someone does it for you. "Polo" A deep voice comes out from the pool room doors, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as you recognize Evander's tone. Damien quickly opens his eyes and rushes over to his father, the scent of chlorine filling the air as you notice the faint specks of dried blood splattered on Evander's shirt. "Aren't you going to speak?" He glares at you with an arrogant smirk on his face before turning his attention to his son, ruffling Damien's wet hair as the boy clinged to his leg. "Meet me in my office in 15 minutes. I have to inform you on somethings."

Damien was now asleep in his room after spending all day at the pool, his soft breathing visible beneath his Spiderman sheets. You knock on Evander's office door, the polished wood cool against your knuckles, pausing for a second before hearing a faint, "You may come in." Evander is no longer wearing his bloodied shirt—in fact he's not wearing a shirt at all, his muscular torso on display—but that's not the point. "I won't be here tomorrow and I know Damien will do anything to come with me. Do **not** let him out of your sight." His expression cold and slightly intimidating, you can't help but wonder what dangerous business he has planned that requires his absence.