"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 never knew there would come a day when I would dread seeing Cole's face. Even in a flash.


　　It is always said that when you're in love with someone. You love with your entire heart, soul, body and mind that when you hear their voice or see their face even for a brief second it fills  you with happiness and makes you smile sheepishly.


　　That was exactly how I felt in the past. But it's not the case for me anymore. Not by a long shot.


　　Whenever I think of Cole's face or my mind wanders to him, I get scared. Scared out of my mind.


　　I no longer envision his smiley face, sweet gestures or smooth and soothing voice.


　　I don't even envision him alive anymore. All I see when I think of him is that image of him in a suit lying lifelessly in the casket at the church.


　　And believe me when I say it's very daunting for me. It's downright scary. Cole scares me now.


CHAPTER 42 Dinner invitation