"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 can't believe I'm doing this, one of the many things Mother makes me do. If it were someone else that did this, they'd be regretting their life choices.


　　But Genevieve was right, though, about the soothing effects of camomile tea; it's quite calming. Mother had one of the maids send me a cup of piping hot camomile tea instead of coffee earlier this morning.


　　I had rejected it at first, ordering the maid to take it back, but Mother came down and made me drink it until the very last drop. It was surprisingly good, so I asked for another cup much later in the afternoon.


　　I was in the study working when I heard raised voices heading to the door of the study.


　　That voice belongs to nobody else except Viviana.


　　"Don't you touch me, you weasel! Lorenzo!" Viviana opened the door with one of the maids hot on her heels.


CHAPTER 121 Run!