"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

　　In life, most times the people who hurt and deceive you are the same people you trusted the most and placed them on a fucking pedestal.


　　People you thought you could run to in times of danger or something, turns out to be the danger itself.


　　It's the same reason betrayal, backstabbing, and snitching is fast becoming the order of the day.


　　Men choose to be little bitches lately, bitching about fellow men to others.


　　Men like that should be killed, completely eradicated from planet earth.


　　You see a person that's loyal to another, swearing their allegiance to their master; then the next minute they turn on their leader and begin to sing an entirely different tune.


　　Just because another flashed a few miserly wads of cash in their face or promised them one thing or the other.


　　Or they sell out their master because of a decade-year-old dumbass vendetta, letting out important information about things that are meant to stay… secret.


CHAPTER 165 Why so bitter?