Chapter 1
“No One Will Ever Want You,” the Ruthless Mafia Boss Told His Plus-Size Nanny Before His Rivals—But When She Walked Away, He Discovered a Terrifying Truth That Could Cost Him Everything
“LOOK AT YOURSELF, BIANCA! NO MAN WILL EVER WANT A WOMAN LIKE YOU!”
Dante Costa's cruel words echoed through the luxurious dining room.
Twenty-four-year-old Bianca Ferraro stood frozen, holding a sobbing four-year-old boy against her chest.
Around the table sat Chicago's most dangerous mafia leaders.
Brett Vogle, a powerful Detroit crime boss, threw back his head and laughed.
Bianca had devoted six months to caring for Dante's orphaned nephew.
She had helped the traumatized little boy sleep, eat, and find moments of happiness after losing both his parents.
And now, the man she had secretly fallen in love with was humiliating her in front of strangers.
But Bianca didn't cry.
She simply looked Dante in the eyes, lifted little Leo higher against her shoulder, and walked away.
By morning, she would be gone.
And Dante would discover that his greatest mistake wasn't insulting the woman he wanted.
It was allowing his worst enemy to see how much she mattered.
Six months earlier, Dante Costa's brother and sister-in-law had been murdered in a rival attack.
Their four-year-old son, Leo, survived.
But the little boy stopped speaking.
He woke screaming from nightmares and refused to sleep alone.
Several nannies had already quit the Costa estate.
Some feared the armed guards.
Others couldn't handle Leo's grief.
Then Bianca Ferraro arrived.
She was a distinctly plus-size young woman, with a soft, round face, thick arms, broad hips, a full stomach, and dark hair she usually tied into a messy bun.
She wore comfortable sweaters and practical jeans instead of expensive designer clothes.
Growing up in Chicago's Southside had taught her patience and resilience.
And she understood something the other caregivers had missed.
Leo didn't need another person ordering him to behave.
He needed someone who would stay.
When nightmares woke him, Bianca sat beside his bed.
When he refused food, she patiently offered him small meals.
When he cried, she held him until he felt safe.
Slowly, Leo began changing.
He stopped hiding whenever strangers entered the room.
He started smiling.
And one evening, he laughed while Bianca read him a funny story.
Dante heard the sound from the hallway.
He stopped outside the nursery.
For months, that room had been filled with crying.
Now his nephew was laughing.
Dante should have been grateful.
Instead, Bianca's growing importance frightened him.
He was a man accustomed to controlling everything.
His criminal empire stretched from Chicago's ports to illegal gambling operations across several states.
Politicians feared him.
Rival bosses respected his ruthlessness.
But Bianca was different.
She didn't tremble when he entered a room.
She challenged his unreasonable rules.
And when he forbade Leo from playing outside in the snow, she calmly explained why the boy needed ordinary childhood happiness.
Dante found himself watching her more often.
He noticed her gentle voice, her bright smile, and the way she made his enormous mansion feel less cold.
He was falling for her.
And he hated losing control.
So he became cruel.
He criticized her clothing.
Her background.
Even her weight.
Bianca endured his insults without surrendering her dignity.
She cared too much about Leo to abandon him.
Then came the Tuesday evening that changed everything.
Dante was hosting Brett Vogle, a ruthless German-American crime boss from Detroit.
Their organizations were negotiating an alliance to prevent a bloody conflict over northern smuggling routes.
Millions of dollars were at stake.
The dining room was filled with cigar smoke, armed men, and dangerous conversations.
Halfway through dinner, the doors opened.
Bianca entered carrying Leo.
The little boy had awakened from a terrible nightmare and run toward his uncle.
“I'm sorry,” Bianca said quietly. “He wouldn't settle down.”
Vogle slowly looked her up and down.
His mouth twisted into a cruel smile.
“Is this your hired help, Costa? Or are you running a charity for unwanted women?”
Several men chuckled.
Bianca's cheeks burned.
Dante felt furious.
He wanted to silence Vogle immediately.
But he couldn't let a rival discover that Bianca had become important to him.
In his world, affection could be exploited.
And Vogle was a master at exploiting weakness.
So Dante made the worst decision of his life.
He stood.
“Take the boy upstairs.”
Bianca nodded.
But before she could turn, Dante continued.
“And learn your place.”
She stopped.
“You're a glorified babysitter, Bianca. You don't belong at this table.”
The room fell silent.
Dante looked directly at her.
“No one here respects you. No man will ever want you. Now get out of my sight.”
Vogle burst into laughter.
Bianca stood perfectly still.
For a moment, Dante expected tears.
Instead, he watched the warmth disappear from her hazel eyes.
She looked at him as though she were seeing him clearly for the first time.
Then she turned and carried Leo upstairs.
Dante sat down.
The negotiations continued.
But he could barely hear a word.
The next morning, the mansion was strangely quiet.
No gentle singing from the nursery.
No laughter from the kitchen.
Only his security chief, Enzo, stood waiting with a folded letter.
“Boss,” Enzo said softly. “Bianca's gone.”
Dante froze.
“What?”
“She left at three this morning. Returned her keys and phone. Took a bus out of the neighborhood.”
Dante snatched the letter.
Bianca had resigned.
She'd even asked that her final paycheck be placed into Leo's future college fund.
She hadn't requested a dollar for herself.
“Find her,” Dante ordered.
Enzo hesitated.
“Boss—”
“FIND HER!”
But while Dante's men began searching Chicago, someone else was already thinking about Bianca Ferraro.
Brett Vogle had noticed the fury in Dante's eyes when Bianca was insulted.
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He had seen through the public humiliation.
And now he knew exactly which woman could be used to hurt the most feared mafia boss in Chicago.
