Sofia was a so called 'Mafia Princess'. Everybody knew her father Luca Bianchi and everyone knew what he was capable of. She lives in London with the hopes of not following in any path of the mafia and to live a normal life without people being scar...
The next few chapters will be about the other relationships in the story.
Luca and Rachael
22 years ago...
Rachael's POV
"Rachael your going to be late for your new job."
It was Monday morning and it was my first day working for an Italian family in need of a babysitter. I lived in a two bedroom apartment with my best friend Louise, but living in central London wasn't cheap and with the added pressure of university cost I was forced to get a job.
"How far have you got to go?"
"Not far, Mayfair or somewhere like that." I hadn't even met the people I will be working for yet but even if they are horrible the money means more, beans on toast for tea every night was getting quite boring.
"Are you going to take a cab?"
"Yeah probably until I know where it is." Me and Louise had been best friends since primary school and we're studying at the same university. Her parents here quite well off where as mine were just your average working class citizens. If it wasn't for Louise living in London would just be a distant dream. "Well I've got a lecture this morning so I'll see you when you get back tonight."
Finally I get some peace and quiet for five minutes. Wait, what is the time? I looked at my watch, shit it's 8:30. I've only got half an hour to get there. I grabbed my coat and ran out the house, luck was on my side and least, the first cab I saw actually stopped for me.
"Where to miss?"
"I don't actually know, I've got a postcode if that helps." (It's the 90s technolgy was only now starting) Lucky for me the driver knew of the area, fifteen minutes later we arrived at the house or should I say mansion. I wasn't used to being in such areas of London, I just hope the kids at your typical spoiled rich kids.
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I rang the buzzer at the gate to let them know I was here. After a few questions they finally let me in. I was greeted by an oldish gentleman, he must have been in his late 50s. "You must be Rachael Smith the new babysitter." I didn't know how to greet him, was the father or grandfather? I did he just work for the family?
"Yes sir."
"No need to be so formal child, I'm only the butler." I followed the man inside the house, I was speechless from the moment I stepped inside. "You can call me Phil or Mr Burgess it's up to you, I will introduce you to the other staff now." Mr Burgess lead me to the kitchen where the other housekeepers were hard at work getting the breakfast ready for the family.
"This is my wife Anna and my daughter Ruth." I greeted Mr Burgess's family. "Over here we have Mr McFarlane or Steve he doesn't mind and Mrs Green or Clarissa." The household were all every welcoming and friendly. "The gardener is Rupert Jones but he only comes in a few days a week."
