"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

　　"Don't ever let this rubbish repeat itself again; are we clear on that?!" Allegra asked with a deep frown.


　　She inhales deeply like she's barely keeping her displeasure in check. "Yes, ma'am."


　　"Now get the hell out of my sight!" Claudia barked.


　　She proceeds to leave the kitchen, still glaring at me.


　　"Hey, get back here! Who are you expecting to clear this place up? Me?" I stopped her as she turned and grudgingly walked over to me.


　　"Clean up this mess; it's an eyesore," I motioned to the kitchen floor covered in mess.


　　She gaped at me like I had just grown two heads.


　　"Well, don't just stand there gaping at me like a moron; get to work and tidy up this mess quickly! It's too distracting."


　　She was quickly propelled into action at my demanding tone as she got a bucket and a mop and started cleaning the floor while we continued baking.


　　After cleaning, Marisa left the kitchen as we put the cookies into the oven.


CHAPTER 112 Mistress Entering the bedroom