Chapter 6 - The Ten O’Clock Bell
The next morning, the grandfather clock in the grand foyer began to chime ten times.
Bong.
Bong.
Bong.
Avery sat at the kitchen island, drinking a cup of black coffee while Mrs. Higgins bustled around the stove, plating pancakes for the boys who were sitting at the table kicking their legs and arguing about cartoon superheroes.
Mia was sitting on the stool beside Avery, playing a quiet game of tic-tac-toe on a napkin with a red crayon.
“Mommy,” Mia whispered, looking up from her drawing. “Are we going back to our apartment today?”
Avery looked down at her daughter, a strange, heavy ache settling in her chest. She thought of the basement apartment with its flickering lights and peeling wallpaper. She thought of the eviction notice folded inside her wallet. She thought of the six months’ salary Dante Mancini had promised to wire into her account the moment her forty-eight hours expired.
She was rich now—relative to her old life, anyway. She could pay off the back rent, fix the Honda Civic, rent a decent two-bedroom apartment in Queens, and never worry about buying groceries again.
She had won. She had survived forty-eight hours without running out without her shoes, without crying in the pantry, and without letting the triplets break her spirit.
So why did the thought of walking out those gates feel like stepping off a cliff?
“I don't know, honey,” Avery said softly, brushing a curl from Mia’s forehead. “Let’s wait and see.”
At the final stroke of the tenth chime, the kitchen doors swung open.
Dante Mancini walked into the room.
He was wearing his customary charcoal suit, perfectly tailored, his tie knotted with immaculate precision. He didn't look like a man who spent his nights wrestling with ghosts in underground archives. He looked like the untouchable head of a criminal empire.
He walked straight across the tiled floor until he stopped beside Avery’s stool.
The kitchen went dead silent. Mrs. Higgins paused with a spatula in her hand. The boys stopped arguing about superheroes, their eyes darting nervously between their father and the new nanny.
Dante pulled a sleek black smartphone out of his inner jacket pocket and laid it facedown on the marble counter in front of Avery.
“Check your banking app,” Dante said quietly.
Avery stared at the phone. Her hand shook slightly as she reached into her trench coat pocket, pulled out her cracked smartphone, and opened her mobile banking app.
She entered her PIN.
The screen refreshed with a little spinning wheel animation.
Then the balance loaded.
Six months’ salary.
The numbers stared back at her with a clarity that made her breath catch. It was real. It wasn't a cruel joke or a test; the money was sitting right there in her account, clearing her debts, buying her freedom, and handing her a golden ticket back to a normal life.
“The wire transfer cleared five minutes ago,” Dante said, his voice completely devoid of emotion. “You earned every penny, Miss Parker. Your contract is fulfilled.”
Around the kitchen table, Leo dropped his fork. It hit the ceramic plate with a sharp clink.
Mateo looked like he was about to burst into tears, his small fists clenching the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.
Even Enzo ducked his head, staring down at his plate of pancakes as if he could make himself disappear entirely.
Mia looked up at her mother, her brown eyes confused and worried. “Mommy? Are we leaving?”
Avery looked at the phone in her hand. Then she looked up at Dante Mancini.
His face was a mask of cold, impenetrable stone. He was giving her an out—a clean, safe, profitable exit from a world that was far too dangerous for a former preschool teacher and her six-year-old daughter. He was pushing her away before the storm arrived.
Avery stood up slowly from her stool.
The silence in the kitchen was absolute. You could hear the hum of the refrigerator in the corner.
She reached down, picked up her phone, and slipped it back into her pocket.
Then she reached out, took the sleek black iPhone belonging to Dante Mancini off the counter, and slid it back toward him across the marble.
Dante’s eyebrows twitched upward.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous register.
“I’m rejecting the wire transfer,” Avery said clearly, her voice echoing off the tile walls.
“That money is yours. You completed the forty-eight hours.”
“I completed the forty-eight hours as a nanny,” Avery replied, taking a step closer to him, her chin tilted up with stubborn defiance. “I’m resigning from that position effective immediately.”
Dante stared at her, utterly baffled. “Resigning? You just got paid six months’ salary!”
“Yes, I did. Which means I’m financially secure enough to apply for the real job.”
Dante went completely still. “What real job?”
“Head of household security, emotional rehabilitation, and chaos management for the Mancini family,” Avery said, her lips curving into a slow, bright smile. “Starting salary is negotiable, provided you throw in unlimited access to the secret tunnels and stop hiding photographs behind old architectural binders.”
For three seconds, Dante Mancini looked like he had been struck by lightning.
Then, slowly, against all odds, a genuine, undeniable smile broke across his face—a transformation so profound it made him look ten years younger, erasing the hard lines of grief and stress that usually defined him.
Across the table, Mateo let out a wild whoop of joy, knocking over his glass of orange juice. Leo cheered, jumping up on his chair. Even Enzo leaped into the air, throwing his arms around Avery’s waist and burying his face in her apron.
Dante reached out across the marble counter, grabbed Avery’s hand in his strong, warm grip, and pulled her an inch closer.
“You’re out of your mind, Avery Parker,” he whispered, his eyes blazing with a dark, fierce heat that promised trouble, redemption, and everything in between.
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“Takes one to know one, Mr. Mancini,” she replied, squeezing his hand back.
And outside the kitchen windows, under the gray New York sky, the gates of the Mancini estate remained closed—not to keep people out, but to protect the family that was finally learning how to let the light back in.
