"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

　　My reaction didn't go unnoticed by Mom, as her smile dropped from her face.


　　"Are you okay now, Genevieve?" he asked curiously.


　　"Mhmm," I nodded, my hands placed firmly on my lap.


　　"So we can play or bake cookies when I come back like before?" he asked hopefully, eyes twinkling.


　　"No. Not yet." His face falls, and a deflated expression marries his face.


　　"I don't feel like baking today."


　　"Okay... can we play with my toys?"


　　"I can't. I'm too exhausted to play."


　　"But you said you're okay now?" He pouts sadly.


　　"Noah, stop it! I'm not in the mood to play or bake with you today. Now stop insisting and go to school!"


　　"Genevieve!" Mom gasps, moving closer to us.


　　Noah flinched away from me with a hurt and scared expression on his face as tears clouded his big brown eyes while Mom picked him up.


　　"Good heavens, Genevieve, that's no way to speak to a little child," Miss Carlotta said as Noah's cries filled the kitchen.


CHAPTER 104 I'm broken already I don't need your help