Bratva Boss’s Babysitter Read online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)

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Bratva Boss's Babysitter

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Flora Ferrari

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Erik Godunov is a man to be feared. Six foot seven and built like a dominating bear, with steel colored hair and eyes that pierce, I should be terrified of him.
He’s a Bratva boss, a man used to getting what he wants. And what he needs from me is to be a nanny for his ten year old niece, Kat. She’s an orphan after her mother died, and I relate to that, big time. I’m an orphan too, just an inexperienced nineteen year old who should just keep her head down and get on with her work.
But when I see this possessive forty-three year old giant bear of a man, I feel something flaring inside myself. It’s silly, it’s crazy, he’d never want me … Or would he? Maybe I have something this absolute savage of a man needs. Maybe, just maybe, I can be more than the babysitter for the Bratva boss.
But even if that’s the case, he doesn’t know about my past. I’ve lived on the streets and some pretty crazy stuff has happened to me. Not to mention that my parents were junkies and I might have a stalker out there, looking for me, always looking for me. Am I really the sort of woman a man like Erik would claim?
My passion is painting, but I’m not sure I can paint any sort of reason into my mind when this dominant alpha tells me I’m his, and his alone. He’ll kill anybody who touches me. I belong to him. And I’m going to give him children.
Is it a trick? Is it real? Can I trust this feeling inside of me, this new warmth, this feeling of belonging? The more time I spend in his mansion with Kat, the funniest, most endearing little girl in the world, and Bullet, the most playful, loyal Great Dane in the world, the more I feel like I belong.
Can I be the Bratva queen? Or is something going to go terribly wrong?
****Bratva Boss’s Babysitter is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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Chapter One


I sit in my garden with Igor, the sun blazing as he leans back in his seat and sips his glass of whiskey. Igor, my second in command, is a tall, thin man with a sharp nose and an aura I know can make some people uneasy.

That’s what makes him so useful.

Some have nicknamed him Ghoul, for his vampire like presence, the way he will stare silently at you as though wondering if killing you will work into his schedule.

That’s all reputation, and in reality he’s a decent man, smiling this sunny morning as he sets the glass down.

“I’m telling you, boss,” he says. “She’s the right one for the job. She needs this job, bad. She’s an orphan and she’ll know not to snoop. She’s too desperate to do anything stupid.”

I move my finger around the edge of my glass of orange juice, glancing into the deeper grounds of the garden.

My estate is large with ample room for Katelyn, my ten year old niece, to roam. The fences are high and guarded day and night, and yet I still feel a pang as I watch the small girl leaping around near the fountain.

Her mother – my younger sister – died senselessly, blamelessly, in a car crash.

There’s no one to blame and on whom I can take vengeance. It’s just one of those things. That was several months ago now and I’m stunned by Kat’s resilience.

Bullet, my Great Dane, lopes beside her, a giant beast of a dog with a big sloppy grin and dark white black coloring, one eye patched white, the other dark.

“It’s getting difficult to take care of her,” I admit. “A child needs a woman. A man alone can only do so much.”

Igor grins and knocks back the rest of his drink.

“You know, Erik, there’s some in this modern society who might call you a sexist pig for saying something like that.”

“It’s a fact,” I say with a shrug. “A child needs a mother, or at least a babysitter who can somewhat fulfill that role. Women are more maternal than men.”

Igor chuckles and shakes his head. “Not saying I disagree with you. Just saying there are some who’d call you one old fashioned bastard.”

“Then I’m old fashioned,” I growl. “Maybe I’m the sort of man who wants to …”

I trail off, leaning back, letting my passion deflate before I display it to one of my men.

I’m the sort of man who wants to claim a woman. But I’ll never find her.

“Tell me more about this girl.”

Igor nods, used to my habit of suddenly changing the subject. It’s one of the things I like about him.

“Her name is Erin Woods and, like I said, she’s an orphan. She’s nineteen years old and currently living rough, flitting between halfway houses, churches, anywhere she can get a bed and a meal. But as far as I can tell, the streets haven’t turned her cruel. She really is perfect.”

“And you’ve vetted her?”

“Yep,” he says. “No ties to any criminal organization that we can find. And you know we’d find it.”

“You always do thorough work,” I agree. “And Kat does need a babysitter or someone. I can’t keep doing this alone.”

“What, uncle?” Kat says, skipping over, Bullet loping at her side, almost as tall as the girl while laying there on the ground at her feet.

Kat is so much like my sister, with her freckled pale cheeks and her long brown hair worn in a snake like braid over her shoulder. She has the same energy, too, like she’s always on the verge of breaking into a run.

“I’m not a baby, uncle,” she goes on.

“It’s rude to eavesdrop, young lady,” I tell her, but I can’t help but smirk.

She idly strokes Bullet behind the ears and the loyal dog just pants beside her.

“Can I take him inside, uncle?” she asks. “It’s getting hot out here. On the internet it says if it gets hotter than seventy degrees it can be bad, and especially for a big doggie like Bullet.”

“Of course, Kat,” I say. “Take him to his room and feed him, if you feel up to it.”

“Can I?” she beams. “Really?”

I nod. “Do you remember how to measure it?”

“Uh, yeah,” she laughs, still stroking Bullet behind the ears.

She stomps off, but Bullet stays sitting there, watching me with his intelligent brown eyes. Kat pokes her head out of the back door.

“Bullet, here boy.”

I stand and stroll over to him, giving the nape of his neck a soft brush with my knuckles.

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “Go inside.”

He makes a soft groaning noise of assent and then slinks inside, stopping to give me a short nod before disappearing into the house. I return to my chair and lean back.

“I have business all day today,” I muse. “And it’s becoming untenable to either keep her here or leave her in the care of the maids and my guards. She is safe, of course. But not cared for, exactly.”