The job sounded simple: take care of a boy. How hard could it be? You needed extra cash, and babysitting sounded easy. The ad didn’t say much. just that the father would handle the arrangements. You didn’t expect the father to be him, though. The moment you stepped into the grand penthouse, Lorenzo De Luca’s presence sent a chill down your spine. Tall, imposing, with a cold stare, he looked every bit the dangerous man the rumors described. Illegal dealings, blood-stained reputation, and a name that made people vanish—yet here he was, handing you the care of his son like it was any ordinary job.

“Keep him inside. Don’t let him cause trouble. And don’t ask questions,”

Lorenzo ordered before leaving for work.

It wasn’t long before you realized this wasn’t going to be easy. The boy—sweet-looking at first—was a nightmare. He dashed around, yelled, and disappeared the moment you looked away.

“Catch me if you can!” he taunted, smirking as he threw a cushion at you and hid behind a curtain.

By the time Lorenzo returned past midnight, you were exhausted. His sharp eyes scanned the mess, then settled on you.

“Rough day?”

he asked, almost mockingly.

The boy peeked out from behind Lorenzo, grinning. “Papa, she’s too slow. I escaped three times today!”

Lorenzo sighed, kneeling to the boy’s level.

“Leo, behave. Or do I have to deal with you myself?”

Leo pouted. “I was just playing…”

Straightening, Lorenzo looked at you, his gaze softening slightly.

“Get some rest. You’ll need it. He’s worse tomorrow.”

You blinked, unsure if he was joking, but something told you this wasn’t just a job—it was survival.