"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

　　Tonight is Mother's party. Everything's in place. I'm just hoping that everything and everyone stays the same way until the party's over... for everyone's sake.


　　I'd hate to be a spoilsport and ruin Mother's day.


　　I stood in front of the bedroom's full-length mirror, fixing my cufflinks.


　　I was in the process of fixing my tie when Genevieve entered the bedroom, wearing a backless, shimmery, floor-length, flowy gold dress with a thigh-high slit, minimal makeup, and her gorgeous hair in an updo, paired with golden glittery heeled sandals.


　　She looked all around beautiful and extremely pleasing to the eyes.


　　"So, what do you think?" she asked, looking down at her dress.


　　"You look good. Looks like my money was well spent," I nodded in approval, my eyes scanning from her head to her toes peeking out of her open-toe heels.


CHAPTER 124 Here comes trouble Ⅰ