The Mafia's Feisty Nanny

FIRED!

ALEXANDER POV

A scream tore through the house as a young woman ran out of a hallway to the living room, sweat dripping from her forehead as she shivered from fear and anger. Two other men ran into the living room, hands on their guns as they suspected danger. The young woman’s eyes landed on a man who strolled into the room casually with a glass in his right hand. “What is the problem this time, Catherine?” I said in a deep voice filled with confidence and aura.

“Sir, there are a lot of problems, your son is a very naughty boy. Look what he did,” the woman pulled her scarf off her head and half of her hair was gone. “He cut my hair while I was having a nap.”

A sigh escaped my lips, showing my exhaustion and frustration. “Do you want to quit?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“Of course, I cannot bear the sight of that manner less….”

“Complete that sentence and I will make you never speak again.” I threatened, my words making the woman cower in fear.

“F..forgive me sir, I would like to leave now.” The woman murmured, her voice shaking as she spoke.

“Carl, give her the payment for this month and escort her out of my house,” I commanded, before walking out of the living room.

I am Alexander Conti, the new Don of the Italian-California mafia cartel. Well, I have been running the cartel for over three years after my good uncle, Damien Conti, retired. The Conti family were known to be the most feared mafia family in the whole of America and Italy. We had the power and the connections. Apart from our normal cartel affairs, I owned a multi-billion dollar importing and exporting company, one of the largest in America.

Alexander was known for many things, but the most famous were his looks, even at the age of thirty-one, he appeared younger. He had deep gray eyes and midnight black hair, adding to his intoxicating masculinity and beauty. Standing at 6’6, Alexander had the body of a Greek god, broad shoulders covered with taut muscles due to years of exercise and hard work, long legs and strong veiny arms. He was very much aware of the effect he had on both women and men, but Alexander was everything but a womanizer. Only one woman had captured his heart seven years ago, but she was taken from his brutally by the cold hands of death.

ALEXANDER POV

The death of my beloved shattered me so much that it was a miracle I recovered. Vanessa, my wife, was still nursing our two-year-old son when she died. It was a tough time for me as I had no idea of how to take care of a child, so I just employed nannies to take care of my son. I am not proud of it, but that’s how things turned out to be. Things were going on well until Zane, my son, turned four and the boy grew the devil's horn. He hated his nannies and did everything he could to chase them away.

At now five years old, Zane had successfully chased six nannies from his life. I tried talking to Zane, explaining to him how only the nannies could bring him up properly, but the boy was too stubborn to listen.

My uncle, Damien, suggested if I could find a lover, perhaps Zane would appreciate a caretaker if she was involved with me, but I refused. I was still not over the death of my wife and the thought of allowing another woman into my heart, bed and house made me disgusted and repulsed, so I closed my heart to the possibility of anything like that.

I walked into my son's room to see him playing games on his IPad. The boy in front of me was my carbon copy. It was as if I was looking at my younger self. The only thing Zane inherited from his mother was his eyes. Zane had green eyes while mine was gray.

Zane turned to look at me, “What are you doing here dad?” he asked, his eyes back on the game he was playing.

“Catherine just quit, and she wasn’t looking so happy,” I buried his hands in my pants pocket as I watched his son.

“Well, that's sad. I guess no more nannies for me,” Zane responded, trying to hide the smile threatening to come on his lips.

“You are a child Zane, you will always need a nanny to look after and take care of you,” I explained for the one millionth time.

“No dad, I don’t need a nanny. I can take care of myself.” Zane responded with a frown on his face.

“You have to stop causing so much trouble Zane, its exhausting and I can’t keep fixing your mess.” I explained, letting out a sigh. “Grab your bag, we are going to Aunt Mary’s house”

“Okay.” Zane responded happily. I walked out of my son’s room to my office, there was so much work to be done, I said to myself. Just as I was about to fall into my chair, the door of my office cracked open, allowing Carl to walk into my office.

“What do you want, Carl? I have a lot to do.” I asked in a tired voice, without looking at Carl.

“This is important sir. We have captured Jeffery Andrew, and he is in the pet room.” Carlos explained.

“That cunning bastard, he thought he could steal and run away from me” A small smirk appeared across my face. Jeffery Andrews had once worked for me, but the i***t stole and fled the country. I gave up searching for him last month, but things changed when one of my workers spotted him at a mall. After that, I asked Carl to take care of him.

“Let's go pay little Jeff a visit,” I announced. I walked out of my office to the pet room, another name for the torture room. The doors opened, and I stepped in to see a brown-haired man who was already covered with bruises. “Jeff, welcome back. I almost missed you.” I smiled as I sat in front of him.

“f**k you man, you sick bastard.” The man spat in anger, saliva dripping down his lips.

“We will have a lot of fun, Jeff.” I began to pull a pair of black gloves over my hands, my eyes moving to the set of tools arranged neatly on a tray, Jeff’s eyes widened in realization of what I was doing, my smile widened, Oh, how I love the smell of fear oozing out of him.