James.
“Please make sure it's taken care of," I muttered, my eyes narrowed as I stared at the wall. We'd arrived in Italy a few days ago, and problems were already springing up. I was the Don, no surprise, a fate that would befall Alessandro eventually as well, unless something changed.
Here, we'd have more opportunities. That tiny detail was stuck in Becca's mind, but I could tell she wanted out as soon as possible. Hopefully, she would adapt because I didn't intend on moving.
The incident with Layla was stuck in her mind, too, which meant she was occupied with that thought quite a bit. She was currently interviewing nannies. She was very picky and cycling through many. Given what we'd gone through, I couldn't blame her.
Giana, the former housekeeper, was on leave for an indefinite
