"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

　　And I'm pretty certain that masked fucker is the same person who raped Genevieve.


　　If I don't capture and kill him for any other crime he's committed, I'll definitely behead him for touching her.


　　Clenching my fists tightly, I heard a small shattering sound, and I felt a warm liquid on my hand.


　　I heard Genevieve's alarmed voice before I saw her, and the horrified look in her eyes was fixed pointedly on my hand.


　　I looked down to see that I had crushed the wine glass in my hand, soiling my shirt with blood and wine.


　　She got off the bed, hurrying to my side, switching on the lights in the bedroom.


　　"What have you done?" She took my palm in her hand, having a closer look at it.


　　"Your palm is bleeding. I'll go get the first aid kit," she sprinted out of the room, returning shortly with the first aid kit.


CHAPTER 144 What are you keeping from me?