"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

　　Though his entire face was covered, I could tell that he was looking at me. His unsettling black eyes were assessing me, staring deep into my very soul.


　　For some weird reason, this mystery masked man scared me, including his mask. It terrified me—a whole lot. It looked like something out of a nightmare. It was like the ghostly white face of a demon of some sort, like a phantom, black, white, and really creepy, with an evil grin on its lips. It was horrific.


　　He tilted his head to the side, his black eyes calmly assessing me before he walked over to me as I stood rooted to the spot, completely spooked by this person.


　　He stood so close to me that his minty breath fanned my cheek, and I caught a whiff of his cologne—woodsy, with a hint of bergamot.


CHAPTER 97 Stuff of nightmares