"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

　　"Has the situation regarding the fake wines been resolved?" I inquired.


　　"Yes sir, I already handled the matter and sent the wine shops, nightclubs and restaurants the original bottles sir." Alexa replied.


　　"And the fake bottles?" I questioned casually flipping through the files in my hand.


　　"I retrieved and gathered them all and had them sent over to your house earlier this morning like you instructed," she replied sounding proud of herself.


　　I raise my head from the files I was going through, my gaze falling on my assistant's face.


　　It's a surprise that she actually got something done without any glitch or annoying as hell questions.


　　She's been more active and serious with her job ever since I learned about the fake wines and had that meeting with Mr Mancini and the other clients that morning.


　　I must say for the first time, I'm a little bit impressed.


　　"And how many bottles did you recover?"


　　"Hold on sir," she scrolls through her tablet.


CHAPTER 53 New plans