Page 45 of Powerful Deception

I think it’s time I show her.

Pouncing towards her, my right hand going to her throat and my other goes to cover her mouth. I don’t usually get this close to women, especially ones I despise but this bitch needs to learn not to mess with me.

“I can do everything that I want about it. Like revoke your presence at this club permanently or better yet, I can get your husband fired from his job. He works at the Lane Enterprises, does he not? All it would take is a phone call letting them know that his wife is verbally abusive to children, and he’s gone.”

My grip around her neck grows a bit tighter and Helen lets out a whimper.

Those two things may seem minuscule but with people like the Barkers that are all about appearances, those two things matter. I can do a lot worse to a woman like this, but I don’t see any reason in trying.

“I can do everything and anything to destroy you and your family, Helen. So, keep my children’s names out of your whore mouth and nothing will happen. Do you understand?”

Another whimper escapes her before she gives me a nod.

I can tighten my grip right now and leave her limp on the club floor, but I don’t.

Instead, I step back and readjust my jacket, letting her catch her breath.

There is no reason to stay, so I leave the poor excuse for a woman to go back to her party.

“I guess the people are right, Dante Rosetti really is the devil.”

Arianna is right on one account; this woman has the fucking audacity.

“Sweetheart, if the devil was standing in front of you, you wouldn’t be going back to your party with just threats. You would be limp on the floor and not one person would know what happened to you. Continue to run your fucking mouth and maybe that will happen.”

Without one final look in her direction, I turn and leave her to her own accord.

My work for the night is done.

Now to deal with my new roommate.

13

If you would have asked me during my father’s funeral where I thought I would be two months, I would have said in my apartment being a hermit.

Never, and I mean never, would I have thought that I would be in the position that I’m in. Currently moving into Dante Rosetti’s house, and as his nanny of all things.

But here I am at two in the morning, trying to organize my things in a room that is two times the size of my studio apartment.

It’s been two weeks since Dante told me that I was moving in.

Was I surprised? Hell yeah, I was.

I thought that he was going to fire me, that he had found out that I lied and was going to kick me out on my ass.

Yet the words ‘moving in’ came out of his mouth and I was dumbfounded.

So dumbfounded that I stood there with my mouth open, not being able to say a word. Not even when he took Angel from me and took him and Alessandra downstairs.

I wanted to fight him on it, tell him that I wasn’t going to move in.

But Evelyn told me at the beginning of the week that it was going to happen. I couldn’t fight it, I was going to move into the Rosetti manor whether I liked it or not.

Then I thought about it, for a long minute, I thought about it, and I realized that moving in might actually be a good thing. A great thing even.

I wanted inside Rosetti’s life and I thought I was doing that by being just the nanny, but I could do it better by being the live-in nanny.

By moving in, I could get in deeper and find things that may be harder to find otherwise.