The Mafia Nanny

Chapter 34

Daisy POV

I found myself waking up once again wrapped in Dominic's comforting embrace. The past two months had flown by in a blur, filled with joy and newfound love. Dominic and I had decided to share our news with Lily first before revealing it to the rest of the world.

I vividly remembered the moment we told Lily. Her tears of joy mirrored my own, and we embraced, realizing that I would officially become her sister. It was a moment of pure happiness.

Dominic and I had agreed on a small, intimate wedding. I had never dreamt of a grand ceremony; all I wanted was the presence of those who truly mattered to me.

However, over the past week, I had been feeling under the weather. Occasional I felt nausea led me to consider seeing a doctor, thinking it was perhaps just a stomach flu. Dominic had been away for a few days, only returning yesterday, and I didn't want to worry him by telling him I wasn't feeling well.

I felt him stir beneath me, his voice filled with warmth as he greeted me. "Morning, love," he whispered.

"Good morning," I replied, smiling at him.

"I missed you so much. I wish you could have come with me," he expressed his longing.

Blushing, I responded, "You certainly showed me just how much you missed me last night."

He grinned mischievously. "Damn straight. But I still wish you could have been there," he admitted.

"I know, but Lily has school and is beginning to thrive and make friends. I don't want to disrupt that," I explained, my concern for Lily evident in my words.

"You're right," Dominic acknowledged, his lips pressing against the top of my head. "Thank you for caring so much about Lily," he added, his appreciation shining through.

His fingers started to play with my hair, a newfound hobby of his. He traced delicate lines on my body, soothing and comforting. Suddenly, he paused. "Daisy," he spoke my name gently, capturing my attention.

"Yes?" I responded, curious about the change in his tone.

"Can you tell me about your scars?" he asked, and my body tensed. Until now, Dominic had respected my boundaries, allowing me space and time with my scars. I knew he wouldn't press me if I didn't want to share, but I felt ready to open up to him.

"I'm sorry if you don't want to..." he started, but I interrupted him, realizing he deserved to know.

"It all began when I was around five years old," I began, my voice slightly trembling. "My father became involved with drugs and turned abusive. My mother did her best to protect me, shielding me from his violence. But when he couldn't sustain his addiction anymore, he joined a local gang in our city. That's when things became even more dangerous. My mother would hide me, but he would beat her until she was unconscious. One day, he went too far. She never woke up," I revealed, tears welling up as I recalled the painful memory. "My father killed my mother. But he never faced any consequences because he climbed the ranks within the gang. The police turned a blind eye. I was there when he killed her. I went to the police, seeking justice, but they betrayed me by informing my father. I remember returning home from the police station, and he was waiting for me," I closed my eyes, trying to push back the haunting images. "He beat me until I lost consciousness. When I woke up, he warned me that if I ever went to the police or told anyone, he would kill me. Nobody cared about me. The only person who did was my mother, and she was gone. I had to isolate myself from the world to avoid questions. He continued to beat me at every opportunity. I did everything he demanded, but it was never enough. He left me bruised and battered, convinced he would eventually kill me, just like he did to my mom."

Dominic gently wiped away my tears. "You don't have to continue if you don't want to," he offered, concern evident in his eyes, but I shook my head.

"No, it's okay. I want to share this with you," I affirmed, continuing my painful story. "When I turned eighteen, I couldn't bear it any longer. He had threatened me countless times that if I ever tried to escape, he would find me and end my life. But I didn't care anymore. I was finally legally an adult, and I believed I could make it on my own. I packed whatever I could fit into a backpack and took the bus to the farthest city from my hometown. That's how I ended up here. In the beginning, I had no money, and I relied on homeless shelters. Thankfully, they helped me secure a job, and I gradually managed to work multiple jobs. I saved enough money to move into an apartment with roommates. Every morning, I woke up with fear, terrified that he would find me and fulfill his promise. But slowly, that fear faded. I even thought death would be preferable to going back to him," I admitted, my gaze fixed on Dominic's face, seeking solace and understanding.

Dominic's expression turned to anger. "I'm going to kill him," he uttered through clenched teeth.

"Please, don't. He's in my past. You and Lily are my present and future," I pleaded, trying to calm his rage.

"But he hurt you, Daisy. He hurt you so much," Dominic whispered, his voice filled with anguish.

"He did. But that's all in the past now, Dominic. He can no longer harm me. You're here now," I reassured him, my voice filled with conviction.

"You're right. I'm here now, and I won't let anyone hurt you ever again," he vowed, determination shining in his eyes.

"I know you won't," I whispered, feeling a newfound sense of safety and love enveloping me.