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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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198 Chs

CHAPTER 96 Where am I?

  Genevieve's POV

  I slowly opened my blurry, heavy eyes, blinking them before everything became clearer. I gently tried sitting up. My head was pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer constantly, without mercy.

  I looked around my surroundings, frowning at the unfamiliar place I was in. It looked like a decrepit, abandoned warehouse of some sort, with some huge old machines and brown, old newspapers strewn all over the concrete floor.

  What is this place?

  My sixth sense quickly told me I was in danger. Immediately, fear wedged itself in my chest.

  Where am I? How did I get here?

  Just then, everything flashed before my eyes like a tape recorder: the bad feeling, the black van, the two men, the accident, the gunshots, the dead driver and guards, the alley, the man that grabbed me, Allegra, and Andrea.

  Oh God!

  Are Allegra and Andrea okay? Were they taken to a hospital in time? I really hope they're alright.