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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 74 Sad goodbyes

  Genevieve's POV

  I shiver a bit, rubbing both my arms before I look at the concerned faces of my family members.

  "Mom, Grandma, I'm okay... just a little cold," I reply, forcing a smile.

  "Are you certain, dear?" Grandma reiterates.

  "Yes, Grandma," I nod.

  "Genevieve, are you sure you're okay?" Grandpa asks, touching my shoulder.

  I place my hand on his. "Yes, Grandpa, I'm quite alright. Don't worry about me," I smile.

  It's evening, and we were at the airport to see my grandparents off. People were milling around the airport, pushing their luggage as they were either leaving or returning to New York.

  Grandpa looked a bit unconvinced before he nodded. "Alright, if you say so, dear..."

  We heard the voice of a stewardess over the speakers announcing that it was time for the departure of people leaving for Massachusetts.

  "I guess that's for us, Alice," Grandpa said in a low voice, like he was hesitant to leave.

  "Yes," Grandma said with a heavy sigh.