After a terrible accident, mob boss Curtis Everett needs help raising his two children.
Presley Adams needs money to get away to the West coast. An ad for a nanny looks like the perfect opportunity to make cash quick. What she didn't expect was to...
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Presley
I've never given much thought on how my life would end.
When I was trapped in my father's house and slated to marry Charles, I had considered taking my own life just to escape. But my mother, bless her, she knew and convinced me that she would get me away from this life. When I was on the run, I feared a bullet being put into me. The last year was the first time that I hadn't thought about my demise. For the first time, I could plan a future. I could see myself having love with Curtis, raising our children. We had talked and we always wanted more.
It wasn't suppose to be like this. Mama had said that marriage was hard work but that love would be the foundation. I had asked her once whether she loved my father. She told me she used to. A lot of things had changed after the war we had when i was a child. That was the reason he could no longer have children, an accident. After the war, my father changed and was no longer my papa. He starting making plans on how to protect his family, his legacy. I was a princess and now I was just a pawn.
Enter Charles.
He was sweet, once. When we were introduced, he had charm, charisma. A good looking man from an under family. He had saved one of my cousins and earned favor with my father. My engagement was annouced a month later. He just had to wait until I turned 18.
Then came the library.
It was a typical mafia soiree, food, liquor, music. I needed a moment to breathe. I was feeling nervous. My birthday was in less than a month away. I wasn't ready to be a wife and my mother had been pleading with my father to wait until I was older. But my father refused. So, I was sulking in the library, emotional over all the congratulatory wishes we were getting. I had to stand by his side. At the time, I was happy to marry Charles. I would be queen of this family as my father has always said. But when someone mentioned starting a family right away, a surge of unease filtered into my belly and I needed a moment.
"You're hiding, love." I turned to look back at Charles.
"I just needed a moment to take it all in." I smiled to comfort him. "Its a little overwhelming."
"Yes, it is. But when we are in charge, you will want for nothing, be worried for nothing." He kissed my forehead. "I promise, everything will be fine."
"I know you will take care of me, Charles. But, I am nervous about being intimate and having kids. I wanted to see the world and live a little. I wanted to spend time with my husband before we are parents." I looked back out the window.
"I can't believe you are so innocent in this world." He pressed up next to me and I could feel how aroused he was at the idea of me being innocent.
"Charles, please, I just need space," as I moved to push him away.
"Oh, darling, I'm just looking for a taste." He grabbed my hands to put them over my head. My dress, which he had requested be shorter than I liked, rode up to the tops of my thighs. "You are gorgeous, my little innocent flower, mi Piccola." He kissed me hard. I struggled to break free but he had a tight hold on me. With my wrists in one hand, Charles used his other hand to skim from my knee up my dress. "Fuck, so hot right here," pressing on my center.
