"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'm staring at my knee length, high neck long sleeve lace black dress in the full length mirror in my bedroom. I put my hair in a bun, I didn't bother putting on any form of makeup today, it wasn't needed.


　　I turned away from the mirror and put on my black ballet flat shoes. After I was done dressing up I picked up my black purse and headed downstairs where my Mom, grandmother and Noah were waiting for me.


　　They were seated in the living room when I came down. They stood up as Mom walked over to me.


　　Placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you ready?" She asked in her soft voice.


　　"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I replied with a small voice.


　　"Let's go dear." Grandma said, holding onto Noah's hand leading him out of the house.


　　I sighed before I headed to the front door. We entered my car as mother entered the driver's seat. She'll be driving. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to drive today.


CHAPTER 37 See him for the last time