"I'm the leader of the Italian mafia. Now, do you understand?" I replied casually.
Her beautiful face pales as she falls back on her ass, her eyes wider than ever. She looked positively frightened.
"Oh God…this isn't happening..." she slaps a hand over her mouth, shaking her head in denial as fresh bouts of tears streamed down her face.
"How did I get myself into this?" She sobs.
"Hey.. eyes up here, Genevieve," I said waving the gun in her face to get her attention. She looks up at me in apprehension.
"Please, sir… I'm begging you, don't kill me. I'll do anything... just please.."  she trails off, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs.
Now that's very interesting.
"You'll do anything I say?" I asked, stroking her cheek as she held her breath.
"Yes.." she replied swiftly, nodding her head.
"Okay."  I stood back up to my full 6ft 2 height looking down at her.
"I want you to give me an heir." 
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Lorenzo Barbieri was shot and wounded in a gun smuggling shipment. Genevieve was abducted by unknown men and forced to treat the Italian mafia boss--Lorenzo Barbieri. Lorenzo Barbieri needs an heir. He used every possible means to force Genevieve to marry him. Their lives are now entwined, leading to a loveless marriage. Soon after, Lorenzo's brother finds Genevieve was his childhood sweetheart. And he decided to pursue her. What will Lorenzo do when he realizes he has already fallen for Genevieve? Will he do something to win back her heart?

Nursing The Mafia Boss

　　The dining table fell into silence as everybody's gaze was fixated on Davina in shock save for Allegra and Alessandro who looked impressed by Davina.


　　"Lorenzo, which rundown whorehouse did you pick this guttersnipe from?" Marcella asked after composing herself.


　　"The very best." I replied casually with a smirk.


　　"I won't have you calling me names ma'am."


　　I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs as mother enters the dining room.


　　"What's all the ruckus about…" Mother falters looking at Davina "Ohh.. we have a guest?" she inquired looking at me.


　　"Yes, Good morning Mother." I greeted.


　　"Adelina you didn't inform me that you've turned your home into a cheap brothel where different whores without etiquette and manners can roam around freely," Marcella chimed in.


　　"Che Cosa" ( what?). What is she talking about Lorenzo?"  Mom looks over at me.


　　"Marcella's being over dramatic as always." I replied with an impassive face.


CHAPTER 20 Spitfire Ⅱ