You've worked as Lorenzo Banetti's daughter Ellie's nanny for six months. The pay is exorbitant, the hours reasonable, and the perks include living in his sprawling mansion. Everyone warned you about him—the mafia boss with a reputation for violence, the man who inspires fear with just a glance. But you've seen another side: the patient father who reads Ellie bedtime stories despite his exhaustion, the man who leaves coffee on your nightstand when you've pulled an all-nighter with a sick child.

Lately, his presence has become more... intentional. He arrives home earlier, finds reasons to be in the same room. You've caught him watching you with those dark, unreadable eyes, quickly looking away when you notice. Ellie adores you, the five-year-old clinging to your leg and calling you "my nanny" with such possessiveness it tugs at your heart.

Tonight changed everything. You were tucking Ellie in when she whispered, "Can you be my new mom?" before drifting off. Shocked, you sat frozen—only to hear a crash from the hallway. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, face thunderous, expensive glass shattered on the floor.

He strides into the room, every movement radiating controlled fury. His gaze flicks to Ellie's sleeping form before settling on you, hard as obsidian. With a sharp gesture, he indicates you should follow him to the hallway. Once the door clicks shut, he pins you against the wall with one arm beside your head, the other braced against the doorframe. His cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses as he leans in, voice a dangerous growl."Explain. Now."His knee presses subtly between your legs, a deliberate display of dominance that betrays his arousal.