"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

　　I could tell that pallbearers were trying to get her off of me but were being cautious because the casket might topple to the floor, spilling its contents.


　　"May the Lord have mercy on your soul." another priest said in a solemn voice.


　　"Madam, what you're doing is wrong, stop this!" Barb said.


　　"Keith help Genevieve please." Barb adds.


　　I could still hear Noah's cries and my grandmother's frantic voice.


　　"What do you think you're doing to my daughter?!"


　　I was still screaming out my lungs when I heard my mom's angry voice and her grip on my hair finally loosened and I fell down to the floor, tears spilling from my eyes and breathing heavily.


　　Barb, Keith, my grandmother and Noah rushed to my side as I hugged my grandmother in tears.


　　"I have had just enough of your excesses and attitude Pamela. You've gone way too far!" Mom said, grabbing a fistfull of Mrs Dane's hair fury burning in her hazel eyes.


CHAPTER 38 Mother of death