"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 got off work around past six and started heading to Genevieve's hideout, the cabin of her beloved fiance. I went alone, Alessio and my men would meet up with me after they dealt with Elijah's wine shop. I arrived at the old looking cabin by seven , opened the car door and got down and took a good look at the wooden building in front of me with displeasure on my face.


　　I walked close to the door as I heard the sound of the television. I stepped into the front porch as the darn thing creaked under my feet, the sound of the television more clearer as I made my way to the front door and stood there.


　　I couldn't hear the television anymore. She must have turned it off.


　　Then I heard the sound of her soft footsteps making its way to the front door but then she didn't open the door. I knocked on the door since she wasn't opening the door. She still didn't open up when I knocked harder the second time as the sorry excuse for a door shook from the force of my knock.


CHAPTER 24 You thought you had escaped me?