"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." 
********
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 stood in front of him, looking down at him. I pointed the gun at his head. His swollen eyes widened in fear.


　　I'm ready to play judge, jury, and executioner.


　　The sound of the gunshot rang in the air.


　　His vacant eyes stared back at me, blood spilling from the bullet hole in his head.


　　"Asshole," I said, walking away from his dead body.


　　Alessio signaled the men to take away Michele's body. I looked on in satisfaction as his lifeless, battered, bloody body was taken away from my sight.


　　"How much wine did he drink?" I questioned.


　　"About four hundred bottles, tops, capo," Alessio replied.


　　My lips curled in displeasure. He didn't even get to five hundred bottles.


　　I always suspected that the wuss couldn't drink it all.


　　"What about his family, capo?" Alessio asked.


　　"I'll figure something fitting for them soon. But until then, watch them closely," I replied.


CHAPTER 79 It's Around The Corner