"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 don't understand Marcella," Mother replied, opening the bottle of strawberry jam she came in with.


　　"Il mio caro nipote ha trasformato la tua casa in un bordello d'alta classe. ( My dear nephew has turned your home into a high class whorehouse.)" Marcella said with disapproval in her voice.


　　I couldn't care less what she fucking says or thinks. She's really pushing my buttons and I'm close to doing great damage to her.


　　"Lorenzo isn't a child Marcella. He's a grown man. He can do whatever he wants." Mother said in a dismissive tone.


　　"Still, what if he contracts diseases or something of the sort. That won't look pleasant for the family's reputation."


　　Mother stills in her seat putting her croissant and jam down looking right at me.


　　"Hey you." I snap my fingers at a maid standing beside my Mother.


　　"Go clean up my room, the other one now." I commanded her.


　　"And also clean two of the guest rooms as well."


CHAPTER 35 Morning