"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'm getting married to Lorenzo today.


　　It is said that the best day of a woman's life is her wedding day. I have seen countless blushing brides excited on their wedding day, just like Barb, for example.


　　She wore a permanent smile on her face throughout her event. I don't think I recall her frowning or being angry on her wedding day. She was very happy, more than happy to marry Keith.


　　Maybe it's because she married the love of her life.


　　But in my case, it's quite the opposite.


　　I don't know, but there's been a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach ever since I woke up today. I don't know what it is; I can't put my finger on it, but then... that awful feeling is there.


　　Don't think about such things, Genevieve. Think happy thoughts. Banish all the negative energy.


　　Sighing, I shook off such thoughts. Maybe it's just wedding jitters and nothing else.


CHAPTER 90 Wedding day