My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone.
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~Benny~
It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.
A decision must be made.
There was a thick tension in the mansion since they captured Rylee Martinelli, wife of the Italian mafia underboss. I understood why everyone was on edge.
For months, we had been preparing for this day. Tony Dominguez, a well-decorated FBI agent, came into my Paris apartment in October last year and told me a sickening tale of my past. Growing up, I had been asking my mother who my biological father was, and Tony answered that question for me.
Markus Martinelli, the Italian mafia don, impregnated my mom right after his wife died. ‘It was one night of weakness,’ mom said when I confronted her about the truth. She kept my existence a secret from him. He was a dangerous man. She said he’d marry me out to another mafia family for his own gain. ‘Daughters for the mafia dons have only one purpose, Benny. To strengthen their mafia,’ that’s mom’s exact words.
Since then, Tony has kept us safe here in his mansion in Granada, Spain.
Instead of keeping my distance from the prisoner, I unlocked the metal door and slipped inside her holding cell, praying that curiosity wouldn’t cost me my life.
I locked eyes with the most stunning woman I had ever seen. She made that black shirt and jeans look like a steal from a magazine cover. Her hair, a mess of cinnamon curls, framed her soft jaws and heart-shaped face. Sitting in the bunker, she stared at me with melted honey-colored eyes.
Keeping the door slightly ajar, I mustered the strength to speak first, hoping to hide the fear quaking inside me. “You are Klaus Martinelli’s wife.”
“You are his sister,” she stated in a clipped tone.
Still unsure if this was a sane idea, I didn’t deny or agree with that fact.
“I’m here to ask you some questions,” I murmured, keeping my voice steady.
Her full lips lifted into a wry smile. “Sending a child to interrogate me…. Is this a new tactic Tony discovered in his sleep?”
My eyes twitched at her insult. “They said you were a cunning woman. And your words cannot be trusted.”
Unphased, her laughter filled the cell, a hearty sound of amusement. “Yet here you are. Aren’t you brave, little girl?”
Annoyed, my voice rose. “I’m not here for them. I have my reasons for being here.”
“And you’re about to tell me those reasons, I suppose.”
And then it hit me. “You’re not surprised to see me. It’s like…. you were waiting for me.”
“Because I was,” she stated.
“What do you mean? Tony said I’d be safe here from Markus and Klaus.”
She tilted her head to the side, seizing me from head to toe as though she wanted to see what was inside my head. I bit my lip. Her searing gaze made me uncomfortable.
“I am on Markus and Klaus’ side. Telling you it’s Dominguez that you should fear will be ironic, so I won’t be convincing you to believe me, Berenice,” she said in a softer tone. “But you came here for a reason. You have questions. Ask me.”
Amazed that she could read right through me, I asked what I came for. “Uhm… I want to know what it is that you do for them. I learned that you got married to Klaus. Before that-“
“I am an assassin,” she cut me off, “a spy, an informant, a double agent, give me a task, and I will do it. I’ve been working with your father for the last two years. He is kind when you’re in his good graces, but he is a devil when you’re on his bad side. Your brother is worse. He is arrogant, annoying, and scheming.”
Dumbfounded, I could only gape at her. “If you think I will convince you to be on their side by giving you false information, then you’re wrong. But I can tell you this, what you see from them is what you get. They’ll never lie to get someone to side with them. Unlike your boyfriend, they don’t need to ‘manipulate’ anyone for loyalty. I know him. Your father knows him very well. Dominguez had been manipulating him since you went into hiding with your mother.”
“T-that’s not true…” I shook my head. “Tony will never do anything like that.”
She smirked, tipping her head back, and stared at the ceiling. “Love blinds you. It blinded me for a long time. I trusted my sister, yet she sold me to my enemies.” Her gaze landed back on me. “You’re smart; you know something’s not right. It wasn’t an accident for you and Dominguez to cross paths. He planned to use you against Markus, and he succeeded.” She snorted, shaking her head. “Everything your mom told you about Markus was lies. Dominguez stooped so low that he was fucking your mom, so she’d lie to your face.”
Of all the things she would say, that one never crossed my mind. I staggered on my footing, speechless. “My mother would never do that to me. And Tony loves me.” I raised my left hand, showing her the evidence of how much Tony loves me.
She didn’t even gaze at my diamond ring. Her eyes remained glued to my face, pity and disappointment unmistakable in her eyes.
“My purpose in coming here was to prove if what they say about my father and brother is true. Based on your words, I can tell just how fucked up they are, and you truly belong with them. You are good. I almost believed your words, but my mother and Tony? Just how sick can your mind be?” I spat, offering her a bitter laugh. “He treats her like his own mom!”
“Find out for yourself. As I said, you are smart. How hard can it be for you to check the CCTV footage in this place? See where your precious fiance goes when he’s not with you. Anyway, everything is up to you, Berenice. I did my task and will leave here in two hours.”
“You speak as if you are free to leave anytime you want.”
She gave me a toothy grin. “Because I am.” The rickety bed creaked beneath her weight as she lay on her back. “We will wait for you, but I want you to know that we don’t plan on leaving anyone alive. This place will turn to dust once your father arrives.”
~Benny~What is the true definition of a mother? There are over one million definitions online if you look it up. But everything sums up to a woman who gave birth to a child. A female parent who acted on the responsibility of physical and emotional care for a child.Growing up, I had an excellent example of a loving mother, and I couldn’t ask for another… until today.“Benny!” she called, trailing behind me as I walked through the familiar hallway of Tony’s Granada mansion.To prove Rylee wrong, I went into the security room and checked the footage the last time Tony was here. And there, I saw the evidence of her accusations. My temper, boiling and fueled by anger for her allegations, swooped below the freezing point in nanoseconds. I kept staring at the monitor even when chaos occurred outside the security room.We were under attack. Although the room was sound and bulletproof, the blood bath outside played like a rolling movie on the monitors. I refused to believe Rylee’s words, bu
~Kai~I glared at Hunter. He was trying his best not to roar out laughing but failing fucking miserably.I kept my distance from that annoying brat. Five feet away from her car, I took shelter under the tree’s canopy, nursing my bruised face and ego.She’s lucky she’s a girl, not just any girl but Bossman’s little sister, or else I would’ve recouped what she did to me ten folds. She sits quietly behind the wheels of her Rover, wiping her cheeks harshly every ten seconds. I don’t know why she’s crying. She looked hurt, but I checked out her body and found no injury.Yes, I fucking checked her out because she’s gorgeous. Her make-up-smeared cheeks only made her appear like a damsel in distress. Eyes so green, cute little nose and pouty lips. She kept running her fingers through her dark waves, musing them to perfection.A permanent current seemed to keep sizzling under my skin where we had been in contact earlier. My hands, my chest, and my legs. I had been with many women, but my body
~Kai~ Twenty minutes. That’s how long I’d been confined in this car with Berenice, and I already regret following through with Klaus’ directive. Everything about her is driving my senses crazy. She hasn’t said a thing since we left the mansion. She kept on wiping her cheeks, staring out the window, and sniffing from time to time. She truly looks vulnerable, pained, and broken. But that is not what bothers me. I’ve been with women of all shapes and sizes and attitudes. It’s not my first time dealing with a crying chick. What bothered me was her mere presence, her scent, which filled the car with a sweet and comforting cinnamon scent. It had the opposite effect on me. Like a puppy, I wanted to sniff more of that scent. I want to smell it from the source. I want to grab her and bury my face in the crook of her neck. Better yet, rub her all over me. From my peripheral vision, I got to admire her closely without the danger of adding another purple blotch to my face. She wore a skin-tigh
~Benny~Twilight blanketed the city of Granada when I reached the capital. My feet hurt. Sweat dribbled down my spine, but I still had to find a place to stay for the night.Taking the road and hitching a ride was off the table. That’s where Kai would look for me first, so I endured the five-mile walk from the convenience store to town.It’s an advantage that I know my way around the city. Before the night deepened, I fixed a change of clothing for tomorrow, a place to stay, awaiting dinner while the lavender-scented bubble bath alleviated my aching muscles.White foam oozing surrounded me like clouds above water. I rested my head on the bath pillow and stared at the cream-colored ceiling, warm overhead lights casting an intimate atmosphere in the bathroom.I sighed, concentrating on my next step instead of the pinching sensation in my chest. Dwelling with my pain is on the back end of my priorities. I might not have to deal with it if I end up dead. I have to get off of everyone’s ra
~Kai~Defiance was written all over her face. Those piercing green eyes burned with rage determined to burn me to the ground, and it’s fucking turning me on. I had to keep my hands busy with the food on the tray. My palms were itching to make her submit to me, to have a taste of the gorgeous brat standing before me in nothing but a bathrobe.Droplets of water dribbled down her exposed skin. My jaw clenches at the thought of her answering the door only wearing that. Her hair was a dark mess in a bun above her head. A few locks, wet from her bath, stick onto her neck. The robe ends in the middle of her thighs. I knew she had a gorgeous body, but her skin… damn, it’s tanned to perfection, and I want my lips to map every inch of her.If only she wasn’t my job. If only she wasn’t the boss’s daughter. I could look past her bratty attitude and make her mine. And fuck, I badly want to make her mine; it’s driving me crazy that she’s off limits.Staring at her right now, really staring at her e
~Benny~ The lights were off. Slivers of moonlight’s silver streak fusing with the lamppost’s orange glow from the street passed through the gaps of the balcony drapes. Apart from utter silence, my uninvited company’s even breathing on the couch had been the only sound drifting inside the room. Eyes glued to the ceiling, I eyed the silhouette of a tree branch in front of the hotel swaying, moving in sluggish motion. The digital clock on the bedside table ticks every second. It was hushed as though a silent count down before I dropped a decision. I’ve been silently pondering on what I should do next. There are a lot of things I should consider. Kai and those three guns were a testament to my vulnerability and the power of the people I am trying to outwit. But my need to be left alone weighed heavier than my want to be safe. Today, the gravity of my choices hit me like a raging wave, a wake-up call. For months, I have depended on people around me. Tony, I let my love for him lead me
~Kai~ Other than me, there is someone else following Berenice. It’s different from those three in Granada; this one is professional. I don’t know when and where he picked up a trail of her scent, but I could feel the danger up close. I’m unsure if he realizes I am following Berenice, but whoever this was, he’s good. No one was following Berenice from the hotel to the cafe, University, and bus. The bus picked up tourists and travelers on the way here. Maybe he was one of the passengers. But I didn’t feel any threat until here. She glanced at her side and over her shoulder. The way her shoulders went rigid was a tell that she could feel eyes watching her as well. If something happens to her, it would be all on me. I shouldn’t have let her walk out of that room; now, I had put her in a dangerous situation. I only wanted to know what she was planning to do. Where she’d go and how she’d proceed after learning that Tony’s people were after her. Do a repeat of what I did in the hotel
~ KAI ~ A pool of steaky crimson liquid on the ground was my indication that a bullet miraculously pierced the gunman. I pulled the trigger blindly, aiming to distract him, but one lucky bullet must’ve struck an artery. I followed the blood trail cautiously. Howls of police and ambulance sirens had already prevailed over the once busy atmosphere of the harbor, blanketing the air with anxiety and fear. Reaching the fifth corner away from Berenice, I still found no trace of the gunman. I need to find him, question him and eliminate him. I have to do it quickly. Keeping Berenice safe is still my top priority. Soon, the police will sweep these parts of the port. And once they discover the woman’s dead body, alarm and panic will soar. For decades, cartel wars cast fear on the people of Spain. Cases like this will likely draw excessive attention from the local and international media. And getting the Martinelli’s tangled in this mess is the last thing the Italian mafia needs. We already