The Mafia's Feisty Nanny

PHOBIA

ROSE POV

I was currently seated in his exotic black Mercedes-Benz, the car smelt like him, rich and expensive. Alexander was driving, he had black pants and a gray button-down shirt on, he looked good, damn he always looked good effortlessly, everything about the man was sexy and the way he was moving the steering wheel was…, I was not a simp I promised. It was almost painful to look at him. I looked away after realizing I was openly staring at him.

We moved in silence as we drove to my apartment. I didn’t even have to give the address to my house, he also knew it. The silence was uncomfortable for me, even though he looked quite pleased with the silence.

“I haven’t heard you mention your wife, is she around? Perhaps at work?” I asked and watched his jaw tighten.

“She is dead.” He said with no emotion.

A gasp left my mouth. I hadn’t expected his wife to be dead. “I am sorry for your loss,”

“Thank you.” He answered.

“When did she die?” I asked.

“Three years and six months ago.” He responded.

“Oh, how did she die?” I asked again.

“I would appreciate it if you minded your business, Rose, and your business is Zane and nothing else.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“I am sorry.” I felt bad for pushing his boundaries. He was right, I should just mind my business. Nobody spoke for the reminder of the drive.

After twenty minutes, the car stopped at the six-story building, covered in white paint. We stepped out of the car, entered the building and headed towards the elevator. “What floor?” He asked, “Fifth.” I responded.

In a few minutes, we were standing in front of my apartment, old apartment I should say. I was about to push the door open when I noticed it was already opened. Alexander saw this and quickly pulled me away from the door. “Stay behind me.” he whispered.

I watched him open the door and step into the room. I followed him inside and my heart dropped. I couldn’t recognize my apartment, everything was destroyed, my chairs, television, counter, everything was turned upside down. I felt tears prickle my eyes. “Are you okay?” I sent him a glare. What kind of question was that? Of course, I was not okay, my apartment was destroyed.

I was about to say something when a sound coming from my bedroom called out attention. “Someone else is here, stay behind me Rose,” Alexander said, his hand going to the back of his pants and pulling out a gun. If I wasn’t so shocked, I would have screamed, a gun!? Where the hell did he get a gun from? Never mind, I forgot this was America. What the hell was he doing with a gun?

I didn’t have time to say anything when two bulky men walked out of my room and I immediately recognized them. They were Jace’s boys. His guard dogs, he once called them.

“Oh, look who we have here. Jace’s whore.” One of the men said, flashing his golden teeth at me. “You have been very hard to find Rosy, come back home, Jace misses you.” I took a step backward as he licked his bottom lip.

“Take another step and I will make sure you never use your leg again.” Alexander said, in a voice that I hadn’t heard before, it was scary and intimidating.

The men turned to look at him as if they were just noticing him now. “Ah, Rosy got a new man. A pretty boy but I am afraid…” The man couldn’t even finish his words as Alexander shot him twice in the leg. “I told you not to move.”

A shooting competition began and bullets were flying up and down. I couldn’t even process what was happening, all I knew was I was being pulled around by Alexander. Another man appeared from the hallway and began to shoot at us.

Suddenly, pain exploded in my head as I felt a hand grab a handful of my hair in a deadly grip. I screamed, fighting and struggling to get away from him, but he was strong. Alexander turned to me for a second and for a hot second I thought he was going to shoot me until the man behind me fell to the ground with a thud, blood splattering across my face as his head was blown into pieces. I was numb staring at the headless man. “Get your s**t together Rose.” I heard Alexander say as he pulled me towards him. Two of the men were dead, while the other was… I don’t know. There was no shooting, but we were running. Alexander and I stopped in front of the elevator and waited for it to open before we stepped into it.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Alexander asked, his eyes roamed over my body.

“No, it's not my blood” I managed to say. I looked at Alexander, and he was so calm, he didn’t look like he was in a deadly fight. I watched him change the magazine and replace it with another. “Are you a police officer?” I couldn’t help asking.

Alexander chuckled amusingly, “No, I am the Don of the California mafia cartel.” he responded curtly.

I felt my head pounding, from the trauma it went through and from all the information I had just learned. Out of all the people I could have met, could have stopped, I had to stop a freaking mafia lord, could my life get any worse?.

The elevation suddenly shook, and the light went off, then turned back on but showing a different light, red. “f**k! That bastard cut off the electricity supply, now the elevator is stuck.” Alexander hissed angrily.

I felt my heart rate increase, panic beginning to creep in as I looked around. I was sweating, my hands were shaking, reflexes kicked in, and I began hitting the door of the elevator screaming and banging on the door. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I heard Alexander ask, as he pulled me closer to him, away from the doors.

“Claus… claustrophobia” I managed to say as I began gasping for air.