"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

　　Fear was an emotion that was a constant with me throughout my childhood while Anger was my coping strategy during my teenage years.


　　And my state of mind was parallel to none because I had mastered and perfected everything that came with it. My father always used that fear to his advantage to get me to do really unspeakable things as a young boy.


　　Things that boys my age were never meant to do. Things that would make boys my age shudder and shrink back in horror and make their ears tingle. It is said that your childhood and teenage years are meant to be the best time of your life. You make friends, join the football team, go to parties, just live your life as carefree as possible and have harmless fun.


　　Unfortunately that normal life wasn't for me, my father made sure of that. He was what you could brand as the villain of the story, and an overly strict parent that knew how to push you to your fucking limits until you snapped.


CHAPTER 31 Federico Barbieri