"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

　　Always trust your instincts. It can never lie to you.


　　I can't begin to imagine that everything got out of control like this in just a couple of months. I'm still reeling from the things I've come to learn these past few days.


　　I don't know why people like to create distasteful and unpleasant situations for innocent people and just sit back and watch the chaos, pain, and, in most cases, ruination erupt.


　　It's really true what most people say: some people just like to sit back and watch the world burn to the fucking ground.


　　I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's him. It's really him, after all these years of living and staying in close proximity with him.


　　My hunch was right after all. My spirit of discernment never lies or fails me. It's always on fucking point.


　　Most times, I find myself wondering why he's doing all this. How? What is his reason? What does he stand to gain?


CHAPTER 132 Watch the world burn