"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 was sitting in the far corner of the warehouse, right underneath the windows, with my knees drawn up to my chest as I stared into empty space.


　　My hair was messy—the elegant bridal updo long gone, now hanging in disarray. My face and body bore plenty of bruises and injuries, and my wedding dress... the wedding dress I had once loved and chosen wholeheartedly, was now despised, dirty, and in ugly tatters. I wanted nothing to do with it; all I wanted was to violently rip it off my body and burn it. I was desperate to take it off, to watch it burn and reduce to cinders before my very eyes.


　　There were no more tears left in my eyes. My tears had dried up since earlier this morning, hours after the masked man had left. All that remained on my face were the tear stains from last night.


CHAPTER 99 Things are about to get worse.