Page 2 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
I try to channel Lyla…
I’m a bad bitch. I’ve got this.
As we are approaching the mansion, we make a slight turn down another driveway to a smaller, yet equally as impressive, home. The car comes to a stop and my mind is spinning.
Maybe I haven’t got this.
The driver opens my door and provides his hand to help me from the car, “Mr. and Mrs. DeLuca are expecting you, Miss.”
My heart is beating so hard as I walk toward the house that the pounding of it in my ears nearly drowns out the sound of my heels clicking on the stone walkway.
Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, I press the doorbell.
ChapterTwo
ELLIE
“Amelia,” a deep voice booms as the door opens and I am met with a cute little raven-haired girl with green eyes, “You’re supposed to be napping.”
“She here,” her cute little voice yells back to the man, “I meet her.”
“And what is your name?” I squat at the crack in the doorway and reach my hand out to her.
“Amelia,” she beams a smile at me.
“Nice to meet you, Amelia,” I lightly shake her hand, “I’m Ellie.”
Amelia pulls my hand as I stand, her tiny body dragging me into the house and nearly into who I assume is her dad. He’s tall, unbelievably handsome, and has the same dark hair and bright eyes as the little girl holding my hand.
“You must be Mr. DeLuca,” I extend my left hand since my right is still occupied.
“Call me Dante,” he awkwardly shakes my left hand while smiling down at me, “And I see you’ve already met Amelia.”
Turning my attention to the little girl attached to my hand, I reply, “I sure have.”
“Come color,” she drags me to the kitchen, her father follows behind us. Amelia pulls out a chair for me at the kitchen table. She waits for me to sit before climbing into my lap and sliding her coloring supplies in front of us.
“Amelia,” a surprised female voice exclaims upon entering the kitchen, “Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Color with Ellie,” she shoves a red crayon into my hand.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. DeLuca,” I fidget under Amelia, not knowing what to do about the little girl on my lap, “If this isn’t okay…”
“It’s fine,” she smiles, while both she and Dante grab the seats across from us, “And call me Venecia…or V.”
She is stunningly beautiful, and I can only imagine that she is what Amelia will look like when she gets older.
“Tony,” she eyes the little girl in my lap before returning her attention to me, “Is upstairs taking a nap, so you can meet him in a little bit.”
“I don’t mean any disrespect when I say this,” I pause for a moment to choose my words before vomiting out whatever it is that comes to mind anyway, “But why do you want a nanny? Or an au pair? It seems like you have sweet, well-mannered kids that you enjoy taking care of. It’s just…well…everyone I know that has nannied watches rich kids that the parents generally don’t want much to do with.”
Venecia and Dante look at each other and I swallow hard. I’m pretty sure I just completely botched this interview.
Dante smirks at me as V responds, “I like your directness. To be honest, we had no intentions of getting a nanny. I absolutely love being a mom and all the crazy that comes with it. I guess the problem is I like it a little too much.”
I watch quietly as she rubs her stomach, the movement pulling her shirt just tight enough to realize that she has a tiny baby bump underneath it.
“V was recently diagnosed with Hyperemesis gravidarum,” Dante interjects.
