"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've been thinking real long and fucking hard about what I'll do to that whore Viviana and that fucker Alessio. The perfect punishment I'll mete out on those disgusting maggots that'll make people get goosebumps and shudder when they hear it.


　　I've been going through all the methods that daddy dearest once used to punish his subordinates for their misconduct and utter foolishness. And all I can say is...


　　Bravo. Well done. Very impressive.


　　His methods were quite bloody, savage, brutal, and all-around messy.


　　What can I say... he's just staying true to being an old, nasty sadist.


　　"What methods would be excruciatingly painful?" I lean back, my gaze on the ceiling, tapping my fingers on the desk.


CHAPTER 136 I finally got you.