"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

　　"No, I didn't look for long," he replied as he looked back in my direction, flashing me a grin as I glowered at him.


　　I stood in my spot, watching them until they walked away from my line of sight.


　　What if I just killed him and buried him right here in this garden, hmm?


　　Mother would never forgive me if I did that. It would break her. That lucky asshole.


　　Taking a deep breath, I marched out of the garden, entering the mansion. I was heading to the kitchen for a bottle of water when someone bumped into me, spilling hot coffee all over my cream dress shirt and blue suit jacket, successfully ruining it.


　　"Oh my God. I'm so sorry, sir. I wasn't looking where I was going," a scared feminine voice said hastily, trying to wipe my drenched shirt.


　　My head snapped up to the owner of the voice, my face darkened as my gaze fell on Marisa's scared face.


CHAPTER 83 Do you want to die?!