The Mafia nanny [✓complete]

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Third-Person POV

"That’s worth $200 million designed by Chinese master jeweller Wallace Chan. “A Heritage in Bloom” consists of 383.4 carats of precious stones accented by a colourless diamond" he explained.

Leah's eyes widened, "Wait, how much does it cost?" she could believe what she was hearing.

"$200 million," he said casually.

"Why?" she looked down at the necklace in the box.

"It was Marie Antoinette's necklace" he explained.

"And why do I have to wear something that's probably worth ten times the Assets I've had in my entire life combined," she asked.

"You are acting as a History art collector so, you'd wear something with a past" he explained.

It made sense, if I were a History art collector I'd have things with a memorable past.

"Well,  where ever you got it, they must give you a 10% discount next time," she said.

He chuckled "You want help to put it on," he asked. She nodded.

This was 343.3-carat diamond,  she can't even trust herself with $3 knives.

He walked forward, and Leah turned around.

He put it on "Is it ok?" he asked as she examined it in the mirror.

"Yeah, it's pretty," she said.

He can't deny she made anything look one million times better by just wearing it.

Leah stood before Luca, the weight of the task ahead settling over her.

She turned around and his gaze met hers, a mixture of concern and trust in his eyes. "Be careful."

Leah's lips curled into a determined smile. "I won't let you down."

"Remember,  if anything seems off, or a plan goes wrong, abort immediately" he reminded.

With a nod, she turned and left the room, her steps purposeful and her heart set on the mission that lay ahead.

As she embarked on this dangerous endeavour, Leah was fueled by her loyalty, her resilience, and the unspoken connection she shared with Luca.

A connection that bound them together in their pursuit of justice and protection within the complex world of the mafia.

Leah's POV

"I'm in," I said softly while entering the party.

"Good, now locate Stefano," Luca said in my hidden earpiece.

"How do I know what he looks like? I'm not Google Lens" I said as I walked through the crowd.

The lights were dim red,  but it often changed colours.

Drinks were being served.

"I'll tell you who he is when I see him, just move slowly"

In the corner, an older man leaned against the bar with a glass in hand, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

He was looking at me.

"That's him" Luca affirmed, "Your kidding right?" I asked,  momentarily looking away.