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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 116 We'll never be able to find him

  Genevieve's POV

  "Well, I guess you can always recall this then," I stated calmly.

  I threw the coffee on her face as she gasped, her mouth open in shock as the coffee stained both her face and maid uniform, some of it getting in her eyes as she quickly wiped it away.

  I placed the cup down on the bedside dresser as Lorenzo emerged from the bathroom in a towel. He looked at the scene in front of him with a serene countenance.

  Marisa looked extremely abashed when Lorenzo took in her coffee-stained form with amusement on his lips.

  "So tell me, Marisa, did you enjoy the coffee? Did you like the taste? Answer me!"

  "Yes, ma'am," she nodded slowly.

  "Be sure to always recall that the next time I order you to do something quickly. I expect you to do it in a flash. Have I made myself clear?"

  "Crystal clear, ma'am."

  "Now pick up that saucer and get out of my face this minute."