My Gangster Babysitter

When I first laid eyes on Benny Martinelli, the words "hot," "gorgeous," and "fiesty" immediately came to mind. It was as if a glowing neon sign lit up inside my head, spelling out "Mine." Her allure was undeniable: that captivating figure, those electrifying green eyes, even when they were brimming with tears, stirred something within me. Just being around her sent my thoughts spinning into a whirlwind of inappropriate fantasies. Under different circumstances, I would have seized the opportunity without hesitation. But alas, reality intervened. Benny was not just any woman; she was the Big Boss's long-lost daughter and Bossman's beloved sibling, making her off-limits, a no-go zone akin to a demilitarized area. The challenge I faced was that my assignment from Bossman was to shield her from her dangerous ex-fiancé. Yet, the more time I spent with her, the stronger my desire grew to claim her for myself, pushing aside the very mission I had been given. I knew I needed to resist the temptation to touch her; I believed I could maintain control. Or so I thought.