"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

　　My blood boils whenever I'm faced with this irritating douchebag. It's that kind of annoyance and anger that clouds your sense of reasoning when you encounter someone you despise with every fiber of your being.


　　Yeah, that's how I feel each time I'm faced with Elijah Crane. Though being a minor irritant and all, I just can't help it. My guess is that it's his hidden superpower — you know, to irritate and infuriate me whenever he sees me.


　　"I don't have time for this," I replied, turning away from him.


　　"Congratulations on your wedding, Lorenzo. I hope your bride doesn't bolt and makes it to the altar," he said in a taunting voice.


　　Alessio's hands gripped tightly onto his holster while glowering at Elijah.


　　No... I'd be the one to end this fool.


　　I stopped in my tracks, turning to him.


　　"I knew that'd get your attention, you—"


CHAPTER 88 You dare to defy my orders?!