THE BILLION-DOLLAR NANNY OF THE MAFIA KING

RUN AWAY

I sat in my leather chair, staring at the panoramic view of the Chicago skyline, but the buildings weren't what I was looking at.

My mind was stuck in the nursery because I could still smell that faint, floral scent of her hair, Amelia.

The way she had looked this morning, singing those ridiculous songs with Amy, had done something to my chest that I didn't like. It felt like a crack in a foundation I’d spent fifteen years making bulletproof. She was innocent and perfectly submissive that it had my c**k twitching in my pants. That f*****g betrayer.

The way she had looked at me when I caught her in the nursery, those wide, hazel eyes tracing the line of my throat, I knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. It makes me want to ruin her.

But I knew the reality, I knew why I had spent four billion dollars to bring her into this house. She was a match. She was the only thing that could fix the one piece of my life that was truly broken. I looked at my hands, the knuckles scarred from a life of violence, and realized that what I was going to put her through would break her.

I was going to use her, drain her, and she would never look at me with that shy, sweet smile again once she knew her purpose.

The door to my office swung open. I didn't have to look up to know it was Nick. He was the only one with the balls to walk in without knocking.

"You're staring again," Nick said, dropping into the chair opposite my desk. He tossed a folder onto the mahogany surface. "The logistics for the port shipments are done. But that’s not why I’m here."

"Then why are you here, Nick?" I asked, my voice flat.

"I saw the way you looked at her this morning at breakfast," Nick said, leaning back. "Kade, what you’re planning… it isn't good. She’s a kid. She’s a 22-year-old girl who thinks she just got a lucky break. When you finally pull the trigger on the medical side of this, she’s going to hate you. And frankly, I might too."

"I don't pay you for your moral compass, Nick," I snapped, turning my chair to face him. "I pay you to keep the organization running. Amelia is an asset. A necessary one and Amy’s health is the only priority."

"She’s a human being, not a biological spare part," Nick countered, his voice steady. "You’ve already fallen for her just in a day, and you’re still planning to treat her like a lab rat.

That’s a dangerous game, even for you."

"I’m not falling for anyone," I lied. The memory of the moans she made while eating breakfast flashed through my mind. It had been the most erotic thing I’d heard in years, and all she was doing was eating French toast. I’d almost lost my composure right there at the table because all I wanted to do was to replace the toast with my aching c**k.

My desk phone buzzed, the direct line from the estate. I frowned because Mrs. Halloway knew never to call this line unless it was an emergency.

I hit the speaker. "What is it?"

"Mr. Silvano," Mrs. Halloway’s voice came through, sounding strained. "Amelia is not back."

I felt a cold surge of adrenaline hit my gut. I stood up, the chair screeching against the floor. "What do you mean she isn't back? Silas took her to the school three hours ago."

"Silas returned twenty minutes ago," she said. "He said she told him she was taking a taxi to do some shopping. But her tracker… sir, she doesn't have a phone. And she hasn't called."

"Why did he leave her alone?" I roared, my hand gripping the edge of the desk so hard the wood groaned.

"He said she insisted, sir. He’s in the kitchen now."

"Hold him there. If he moves a muscle, break his legs," I commanded and slammed the phone down.

I was vibrating, my vision went red at the edges. She ran, after everything and the warnings I gave her, after the way she looked at me this morning, she f*****g ran. The possessiveness I’d been trying to suppress roared to life.

She belonged to me and I had the bill of sale to prove it. She was mine to use, mine to protect, mine to break. She didn't have the right to breathe air I didn't authorize.

"She ran off," I hissed, grabbing my jacket.

"I’ll kill her parents. I’ll burn that apartment to the ground with them inside."

"Calm down, Kade," Nick said, standing up and blocking my path to the door.

"Think for a second. Amelia doesn't have a dime. She doesn't have a phone. She doesn't know the city. Where would she go? She’s fragile, man. She’s not a runner."

"She's gone, Nick! Silas left her there and she didn't come back!"

"Something’s wrong," Nick said, his eyes narrowing. He pulled his phone out. "Eric! Get into the office. Now. Bring the rig."

Two minutes later, Eric burst in. He was the youngest of us, a genius who could find a needle in a digital haystack in seconds. He didn't say a word, just set his high-powered laptop on my desk and started plugging into my monitors.

"What am I looking for?" Eric asked, his fingers already flying across the keys.