"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

　　Staring at my reflection in my bathroom mirror.


　　I may have gotten rid of my father but then whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I see him.


　　I'm the spitting image of my father. I had his eyes, his hair, the same facial bone structure. I even had his complexion.


　　I took after him. I guess that's why he tried his very best to turn me into a miniature version of himself.


　　I was brought back to reality when I saw well manicured red nails snake around my waist from behind as Viviana peppered kisses on the scars on my back.


　　"Good morning." She greeted in her breathy voice, biting my shoulder blades.


　　I could tell she was naked because her bare breasts were pressed to my back, poking me.


　　"You're still here?" I picked up a towel to dry my wet hair.


　　"Mhmm…I wanted to shower with you," she replied her hands roaming my chest and abs.


　　"Too little too late for that." I kept on drying my hair.


CHAPTER 34 Parade of whores