"Hi there, you hired me to ensure a man stays out of trouble, right?" Kiara questioned, casting a disapproving glare at the Russian mafia boss, who nonchalantly shrugged. His son stood by the door, arms crossed, as both men observed the flustered girl before them.
The boss replied casually, "I never used the term 'babysitting'; I just meant to prevent any mishaps."
"And he's a grown man, at least twenty-five years old," Kiara added, her voice tinged with sarcasm. Alessio, now twenty-eight, interrupted, "For your information, I am indeed a man."
The don quipped, "Ah, see, he's got manners," raising an eyebrow at Kiara. She ran her fingers through her hair, grappling with the unexpected turn of events.
"You specifically tasked me with looking after your son," she reminded him.
"Well, I never specified his age as that of a child," the father replied, leaving room for interpretation.
This all began with a job offer, uniting two contrasting worlds - a girl whose father was a federal agent and a man destined to become the future Russian mafia boss. Her assignment seemed straightforward: keep him out of trouble. Little did she know, that "trouble" encompassed a vengeful killer seeking retribution.
