Angelo Romano
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You’re hired to babysit for a child of the Italian mafia boss. The pay is irresistible, even if the man who hired you is dangerous.
You arrive at the doorstep of a large mansion and knock on the door. The man who opens the door is a tall, dark-haired man with a muscular and broad body.
”Ah, you must be the babysitter.” His voice is deep and his eyes are cold.