Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

Nicole slips in, wary eyes flicking to me as she checks on my mother. “How’s she been?” she asks, not looking at me. “A ball of sunshine,” I mutter, immediately hating the bite in my tone. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long night, and I still haven’t seen the doctor.” “I’ll page him for you,” she says kindly, no hint of irritation in her voice. “But it may take a while. We had a multi-car crash come in after her, and he’s slammed right now.” “Sure,” I mutter, my frustration rising. I can’t control any of it, I know. I can’t make any of this go away or get better, even if I threw money at it. An insane idea slams into me. “Nicole?” I stand and circle the bed until we’re toe-to-toe. “What?” The word slips out on a breath. “My mother needs full-time care,” I explain. “I’ve seen how you work tonight, and you’re the only person in this damn place who’s even bothered to speak to me. I want you to be the one to look after her while she recovers.” She blinks as though trying to process my words. “I’m happy to check in on her every now and then, and of course I can refer you to some great in-home aides.” “That isn’t what I mean,” I tell her firmly. “I want you to be the one to take care of her.” “Sergei, I have a job.” She gestures to the room. “I can’t just stop working so I can take care of one patient. It’s a flattering offer, but⁠—” “I’ll pay you,” I cut in. She stares at me, her expression shifting into something unreadable. “I figured as much,” she says, arching a brow. “But no amo...