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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 195 A necessary evil

  Genevieve's POV

  The metal door opens as Alessio walks in.

  "I need to have a word with you in private."

  "I'll be back, my love," he leaned down, dropping a kiss on my lips as I sat frozen in my spot, glowering at him.

  He drops another peck on my lips before leaving with Alessio.

  "You should be happy someone that handsome is infatuated with you, sweet cheeks. It's hard to come by."

  "Can you listen to yourself talk? Do you sound like a normal, reasonable person to yourself?" Claudia expressed.

  "Yes," she nodded once.

  "Claudia, are you okay? Does your cheek hurt?" I asked.

  "I'm okay," she responded.

  "A simple slap can't end a person's life, you know?"

  "She's in her delicate era, that's why," Marcella interjected.

  "Oh, she's going to be a mommy? I love children, may I have yours when you give birth?"

  "Over my dead body."

  "That can be arranged, mama bear," she smiles.