"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 know, I wanted to see you," I replied with an insincere smile.


　　She smiled widely before locking the door and leading me inside the house to the living room as I sat down on the plush sofa. She didn't waste time and sat on my lap, hooking her arms around my neck.


　　Clingy bitch. But it's okay, she's just made my mission much easier.


　　"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, with an alluring smile playing on her lips.


　　"You look ravishingly beguiling."


　　I wasn't lying; she's quite beautiful.


　　She grins wider, like a Cheshire cat.


　　"You have a way with words, Lorenzo, that's one of the many things I love about you."


　　I ran my fingers from her legs up to her throat, moving her hair to the side. I leaned forward to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.


　　Gotcha! I knew it. I fucking knew it. You treacherous whore.


CHAPTER 137 I finally got you. Did you see him too?