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Nursing The Mafia Boss

"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." ******** 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?

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CHAPTER 159 The body

  Lorenzo's POV

  "No," she replied speedily.

  "Aren't you being conceited now, dear wife?"

  "I… er... that's not—no, I'm not."

  "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Genevieve."

  I took off my tie before removing my shirt.

  "Your wound's all healed now," Genevieve observed, staring at me.

  Looking down at my abdomen. It's true, but every time I look at it, I'm reminded of my deep-seated ire at Alessio and that masked fucker.

  "Mhmm."

  "Did it leave a scar?" she asked curiously.

  "No."

  But it fuels my hate fire every time I set my eyes on that particular spot.

  "What's up with you asking me about scars?"

  "Uh... no, I just wanted to know because stab wounds most times leave scars behind, and—"

  "Dear wife, if you desire so much to explore all of me, all you have to do is ask. I'd be more than willing to let you."

  Genevieve's eyes grew round while her face flushed, and she turned as red as a tomato.