"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 woke up with a start, my heart hammering in my chest, beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, and goosebumps spread across my entire body in fear as tears gathered in my eyes. I had another nightmare again.


　　I panic whenever I have such vivid and frightening nightmares. I only calm down when I see Lorenzo or my mom, Adelina, Allegra, or anyone I'm very familiar with right beside me.


　　I can't remember the last time I had a calm sleep.


　　This has been happening ever since I returned from the hospital. I couldn't sleep for long periods without waking up terrified out of my mind and crying. I hardly sleep at night because every time I close my eyes, I see him.


　　I always see the masked man either haunting my dreams or lurking by the corner of the room with that sinister mask on his face, or I'm having horrible flashbacks of him and that ominous warehouse.


　　It's like he's tormenting me all over again.


CHAPTER 103 I don't need your help