SWNOVELS Nanny for the Don: Chapter 30
I’m sitting in the back of the car, watching the city blur past, trying to make sense of everything. It doesn’t take long for me to realize something’s off. We’re not headed toward any hospital I know of.
My stomach tightens with unease. I lean forward, clearing my throat. “Enzo, where are we going?”
He doesn’t respond, just keeps his eyes on the road, jaw clenched.
I try again, this time with more edge in my voice. “Hey, I asked you a question—where the hell are we going?”
“Keep quiet,” he snaps, not even looking at me.
That’s when it hits me. I’m in trouble.
I reach for my phone, heart pounding now. I need to call someone—anyone—but the second I pull it out, Enzo turns in his seat, snatching it from my hand before I even have a chance to unlock it. My mouth drops open in shock, but it gets worse—he rolls down the window and tosses it out without a second thought.
“What the fuck?” I shout, rattled.
He doesn’t even look at me, just rolls the window back up like nothing happened. I sit back, my mind racing. I’m trapped, and whatever I thought was happening is clearly much worse than I imagined.
I let out a full-on, horror-movie scream that fills the entire car. It’s loud, shrill, and completely over-the-top, but it’s the only thing I can do right now. Enzo winces, groaning in pain, one hand flying to his ear while he keeps the other on the wheel.
I’m terrified, but I keep screaming, partly because I’m scared out of my mind and partly because it’s the only way I can fight back at this moment.
“Cut it out!” he snaps, trying to shout over me.
I ignore him and suck in another breath, my voice going louder. “Let me go!” I scream, yanking on the door handle, but of course, it’s locked and won’t budge while the car’s moving. My heart’s racing, my hands shaking, but I don’t stop. I keep yelling and pulling at the door, trying to make as much noise as humanly possible.
Enzo’s losing it. “, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “Shut up!” he yells, his voice sharp and pissed off, but I don’t care. I keep going, louder and more frantic, hoping to throw him off his game, mess with his head. He’s clearly getting angrier by the second, his jaw clenched tight. The more pissed off he gets, the louder I scream. It’s the only thing I can do, and I’m not stopping.
Finally, Enzo snaps. He reaches over and smacks me across the face, and the sting of it is immediate, shutting me up on the spot. I’m stunned—I’ve never been hit like that before—and for a second, all I can do is sit there, frozen. But as the shock fades, pure anger takes over. Hell no. My mind clears, and before I can even think about it, I ball my hand into a fist and punch him as hard as I can in the jaw.
He yells in pain, the car swerving wildly across lanes. My heart’s thumping as I watch him struggle to get the car back under control, and for a split second, I feel a rush of triumph.
But it doesn’t last long.
Once the car is steady, he turns to me with fury in his eyes and reaches over, grabbing me by the hair. I let out a gasp as he yanks my head back, his grip tight and painful.
“If you don’t sit still and shut up,” he snarls, voice low and dangerous, “I’ll make you be quiet.”
The threat in his voice is clear, and my heart skips a beat. He’s not playing around, and I know now just how serious this is. I stay silent, my mind racing, but the fire in my chest is still burning. If he thinks I’m just going to sit here and do nothing, he’s dead wrong.
I want to hit the bastard again, feel that surge of adrenaline rush through me. But then I remember—the baby. I have to keep it together, no matter how much I want to fight back. Stressing myself out or risking another blow isn’t worth it. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm the rage bubbling inside me.
Enzo smirks, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. “Ah, finally figured out it’s better to shut the fuck up, huh? Smart girl.”
I bite my tongue, holding back the flood of insults sitting on the tip of it. It’s not worth setting him off again.
He keeps going, clearly enjoying his little power trip. “That was your one warning. Pull another stunt like that, and I’ll tie you up and throw you in the trunk. Maybe you’ll run out of air, maybe you won’t. Wanna take that chance?”
My blood runs cold, but my face is steady as I rub the spot on my head where he pulled at my hair. “Where are you taking me?”
He doesn’t even hesitate. “Some important people want to have a chat with you. Seems they’re real interested in your relationship with Nico Conti.”
The pit in my stomach tightens.
I wrap my arms around my middle, like it’ll somehow protect me from whatever this asshole throws my way next. It’s not just about staying calm anymore—it’s about survival, for me and my baby. “I don’t know anything about Nico,” I say, trying to sound firm. “I’m just the nanny for his girls. That’s it.”
Enzo lets out a low, mocking laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I snap, even though my pulse is pounding in my ears.?”
He smirks, glancing at me like he’s got some dirty little secret. “I’ve seen you doing a hell of a lot more than nanny duties, sweetheart.”
It takes a second for his words to click, but when they do, it feels like a punch to the gut. He’s seen us. My face burns with a mix of anger and disgust.
“You’re a sick fuck,” I spit, my voice low and venomous..”
Enzo just laughs, that twisted smile never leaving his face. “Call me whatever you want. Just keep your mouth shut if you want to get out of this alive.”
The horror of it all sinks in—someone’s been watching us. The realization makes me go quiet, my mind racing.
I need to think. I need to figure out how to get myself out of this. Because if they know about Nico and me, then this is much bigger than I thought.