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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 19 Spitfire Ⅰ

  Lorenzo's POV

  I'm wide awake gazing at the ceiling, the girl from the club last night lay beside me on the bed sleeping, her red hair splayed across my bed like a thick curtain.

  I sat up and climbed out of bed proud and naked stretched a bit before heading to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

  After showering I stepped out standing in front of the mirror with my eyes darting over to my abdomen, and observed my wound. My gunshot wound was healing perfectly well.

  Giving the wound one last glance I wrapped a towel around myself before heading back to the bedroom to find the girl awake and yawning.

  Her makeup was ruined, her red lipstick was smudged, her hair was all over the place with the bedsheet falling off her breasts. She didn't bother covering up, she really was in her element like a certified whore.

  She looks over at me smiling as I walk over to the closet to get dressed for work, not sparing her a single glance.

  "Good morning handsome," she greets.