Maid for the Italian Mafia

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by Flora Ferrari


  “You’re hard already?” she says with disbelief.

  “Did you look at yourself in the mirror before you came in here in that sexy as hell robe?”

  “Matteo, it’s three in the morning, I haven’t shaved my legs yet this week, I’ve got bags under my eyes from being woken up in the night so often, and my tits, after getting sucked on what seems like half the day are starting to dr—”

  “Drive me crazy, as they always do,” I say, sliding my hand up her pajama top. “Now, no more arguing or daddy bear’s gonna give mommy bear a spanking. You got me?”

  “Oh, I got you all right,” she says, turning and shaking that sexy apple bottom at me.

  “Oh, yeah, as soon as this diaper gets changed I’m coming for you. You better be laid out and ready to go when I get back, because I’m not going to waste another second tearing that pussy of yours to pieces.”

  “Oh my god, you’re an animal!”

  “You bring it out in me, just like that Russian bear shifter book thing you were reading the other night on your kindle.”

  “Babysitter for Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend?”

  There’s a keyword stuffed title if I’ve ever heard one.

  “Leave my friend Flora Ferrari alone! That was her first attempt at paranormal romance and it was damn good!”

  “You’re damn good. Now go get in bed, put your feet up, and I’ll be right in to make the toes on those pretty little feet of yours curl.”

  “Like you always do.”

  “Always,” I agree, and Mandy gives me a wink and scampers back to the bedroom.

  “Now, just to remember how this diaper duty thing works.

  I make quick work of Maria’s mess, and get washed up. I’m getting pretty good at this whole parenting thing, but it’s only because my other half showed me the way, just like she showed me a house doesn’t make a home.

  But she does, and we did…together.

  I think back to that long book title she mentioned. Babysitter for Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend. That’s a good idea actually.

  I’m Italian, not Russian, but we could use a nanny, and another maid, to take care of things around the house. That will allow me to take care of my constant need for her, or at least try as I know there’s no way my thirst for her could ever be quenched.

  As a matter of fact, she’s learning the ways of the Italian family more and more every day. And I think she’s really starting to understand I’m serious when I say I want ten children.

  The best part is I know she wants it too.

  That settles it. She gave birth three months ago. I don’t know much about how long she needs to wait to get pregnant again or any of that other doctor stuff, but I know what I want and that’s another baby in my woman’s belly.

  I’m giving our chef the night off tonight and making some spaghetti Bolognese with red wine myself.

  And after that? We’re making another baby, our second of ten.

  You can count on it.

  EXTENDED EPILOGUE

  Mandy

  Forty-nine more years later

  We step out of the small Roman Catholic church in the Italian countryside in a city so small I’m not sure it has a name, let alone is on a map.

  And this is exactly what Matteo wanted for his eighty-seventh birthday…to renew our vows in front of our ten children, thirty-seven grandchildren, and already eight great-grandchildren.

  It’s pretty incredible that Matteo was thirty-seven when he met me and now, fifty years later, we have thirty-seven grandchildren. I don’t mention the number though because Matteo thinks it should be equal to fifty, not thirty-seven.

  Then again he’s the one who’s always pushing the couples in our family to have more children. As a woman who gave birth to ten, I just keep my mouth shut as my empathy for having just one child is beyond belief.

  But what I can believe is that we lasted this long. We beat the odds, especially in today’s terms, but I never felt like it was us against the world or the odds stacked against us.

  Once Matteo put that ring on my finger so many years ago everything just felt so right, so perfect, and all my problems, and stress just melted away. All I felt was love, for him, our children, and the world.

  It’s amazing what finding the right person to share and enjoy your life with can do for you. It’s a saying he loves, and he’s absolutely right…because for me it’s him.

  “Grandma, Marco and I want to go squash grapes for wine with our feet. Is that ok?” Mara asks.

  “Sure it is, honey,” I say, as I pat her little head as she tugs on my dress before taking off screaming in jubilation that she gets to do more fun things today…with her family.

  We step outside the church to numerous congratulatory responses from our family and other members of this “town.” We don’t know them, but it’s ok. I like the idea of celebrating with the locals, although apparently one man’s had a little too much to drink.

  “How did that old geezer get a nice young woman like you?” one man, who looks to be about forty says, the stench of wine on his breath even though it’s just now creeping up on noon.

  I can’t tell if it’s a joke, or if this guy really has a thing for more, but it doesn’t matter. One second I don’t see Matteo as he’s off to talk to other members of the big family we created, and then the next he’s there like a heat-seeking missile…grabbing the much younger guy by the arm, twisting him, and pushing his face down toward the dirt, but not in it.

  “I’ve got a tip for you, son. Don’t ever talk like that to a woman who’s already spoken for.”

  “Are you serious, old man. I’m gonna kick your—” the man wiggles, trying to get free, but Matteo’s grip is like a noose in quicksand. The more the guy fights, the worse for him it gets.

  “You on stem cell treatment or something?” the guy moans once it’s clear he’s not getting out of this.

  “Stem cell treatment?” Matteo, very surprisedly asks. I can’t believe he’s engaging this guy’s question.

  “Lots of old people take it to extend their quality of life.”

  Matteo gives the guy a shove and he gets a mouthful of dirt, before dusting himself off and standing to face my man, who now has his fists up.

  “I don’t need no damn stem cells. The only cells I need are the ones in my family, science guy.”

  It’s only then I notice the guy has some sort of science fair shirt on. Even at eighty-seven my man is still quick as a fox and sharp as a tack.

  “And if you don’t get out of here, and leave my family alone, you’re gonna wish you were in a cell instead of six feet under.”

  The guy has a clear shot at Matteo, but he doesn’t put up his fists to fight. Instead he tucks his tail between his legs and just walks off, humiliated.

  “Screw you grandpa,” he says, under his breath.

  “It’s great-grandpa to you, loser!” Matteo shoots back, to a loud roar from our family, who knew not to jump into the fight despite the massive age difference.

  “You really do still have it,” I say, moving in close to him for a kiss. “Thank you for protecting my honor.”

  “If by it, you mean you, then yes…I do and always will. And you never need to thank a man for what he’s supposed to do.”

  The sound of spoons tapping glasses fills the air and I turn to see our entire family joining in.

  “You guys didn’t?”

  They all nod, even the young ones who were about to run off and stomp on grapes.

  “Kiss her!” a few of our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren yell, until it sounds like a chorus, or a chant at a sporting event.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” Matteo says.

  And just like that I feel my feet come off the ground as he scoops me up and dips me, before his lips lock down on mine.

  “I’ve still got it alright. And by got it, I mean it’s never too late for number eleven.”

  I almost choke mid-kiss. “Another child?


  “When it comes to loving you, or having children, ol’ Matteo’s never done!”

  “Just like I’m never done loving you.”

  “My woman,” he growls.

  “My man,” I say, just before the pop of numerous wine bottles rings out.

  “Today’s gonna be my best birthday yet,” he says as he stares deep into my eyes, still dipping me inches from the ground.

  “You say that every year.”

  “Every year since I’ve had you, and all of them,” he says, his head moving in a half-circle to indicate everyone around us, yet his eyes staying locked on mine, “to celebrate with me.”

  “Always together,” I say.

  “Forever.”

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

  Book 88: Russian’s Obsession

  Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas

  Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot

  Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day

  Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker

  Book 93: Italian Mountain Man

  Book 94: Aggressive Russian

  Book 95: Possessive Valentine

  Book 96: Possessive Hunter

  Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend

  Book 98: Russian Teacher

  Book 99: Australian Obsession

  Book 100: Russian Next Door

  Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend

  Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia

  Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad

  Book 104: Basketball Babymaker

  Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian

  Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend

  Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend

  Book 108: Summer Vacation with Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 109: Dad’s Italian Mafia Friend

  Book 110: Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend

  Book 111: Dad’s Football Friend

  Book 112: Possessing His Dancing Queen

  Book 113: Brother’s Cop Friend

  Book 114: Halloween With Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 115: Claimed By Her Boss

  Book 116: Possessive Rider

  Book 117: Dad’s Ex-Biker Buddy

  Book 118: Possessive Undercover Cop

  Book 119: Falling For Her Boss

  Book 120: Claiming His Fashionista

  Book 121: More Than Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 122: Thanksgiving With Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 123: Bossy Italian

  Book 124: Christmas With Dad’s Mafia Friend

  Book 125: Maid For The Italian Mafia

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  Book 1: Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Best Friend

  Book 2: Babysitter For Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend

  Book 3: Dad’s Bratva Bear Friend

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  Book 1: Possessive Highlander

  Book 2: Taken By The Highlander

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  Book 1: Brooklyn Bratva

  Book 2: British Bratva

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