The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 16: Accepted Condition!

"I’ll do it!" Eduardo gave his answer. Marcello’s lips twitched, holding back his excitent.

"I guess you’ll have to sign a contract for to trust you, babe" Marcello shrugged, thinking he was going to change his mind but Eduardo turned his face away, like he didn’t care. He didn’t have anything to lose anyway. However, it won’t be easy for him to sign the contract.

"You’ll have to get my slave papers from Russia before I can sign them"

Marcello rubbed his chin, realising that. Eduardo wasn’t from Italy. He’s a slave from Russia and having him here without his slave papers is similar to an illegal immigration. It was easy for soone as powerful as Marcello to get Eduardo to beco a normal citizen of Italy, but since he doesn’t have any power in Russia, it would be difficult.

Marcello got closer to Eduardo and unlocked the chain. Eduardo touched his wrist that was bruised dark red and the first thing he got after his freedom was to punch Marcello right on his face.

Marcello once again didn’t see the punch coming. He chuckled and touched the cheek where Eduardo punched. It hurt! It hurt as hell.

Marcello had fought with many of his n. He has given him the chance to hit him since it’s a duel, to get stronger. However, none of them have landed such a hit on him.

"Argh! Your hit is so powerful, babe!"

"That’s for keeping locked up like that. I do get that my punishnt was to starve , do you have to chain like that?" He frowned and left the bed. Marcello was still gathering the chain. He had no use for it since Eduardo has decided to comply and work with him.

"Do you need an apology? I could suck your cock if you want" Marcello winked at him, shoving his tongue through his fingers after he ford an OK sign.

Eduardo frowned in disgust. He pulled the shirt off his body. He didn’t bring much clothes with him when coming to Italy. The ones he presently had was bought by Nadia when they got to the airport. Just so Eduardo could look like a real guard, she bought a few clothes for him.

Now, thanks to the monster who kept ripping his clothes just to suck his nipples, two of his shirts has been totally ruined.

"I guess we’ll have to get so dresses for my man"

He heard Marcello’s voice from behind, followed by his hands that wrapped around his waist. Eduardo froze at the spot, feeling the warmth at his neck.

It was his breathing.

Eduardo was slightly taller than Marcello, making it difficult for Marcello’s lips to reach his neck.

"I don’t need anything from you and do not refer to as ’your man’. I have a na" he struggled and managed to take Marcello’s hands away from his body.

’Get your hands away from ’

"You an, Eduardo? I’d rather call you whatever I want, depending on my mood. Once you sign the contract, you’ll have to get use to my rules. For example, rule number one - Do not ever say no to whatever I offer you, babe" he growled, wearing a mocking smile on his face.

"Offer ? Like what? Clothes and sucking off?"

"Bingo!" He snapped his fingers at Eduardo. "You’re smart, so you’ll get used to it. Very soon, you’ll find out that it’s more like a honour than an offer. Don’t let down, sweetheart. I’ll ask Mario to escort you to the mall. Get as many clothes as you want"

"As many as I want?" Eduardo asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Of course. A slave can’t know the worth of money, anyway. Go ahead and have fun" Marcello waved and left the room.

Eduardo wasn’t hurt as he was called a slave. No, he was never hurt even when anyone from Russia called him a slave. Because he was yet to accept the fact that he was one. He still sees himself as a mafia prince and just a bodyguard.

’A slave? I’ll make you eat your own words, Marcello’

He thought to himself.

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Just a few hours later, Mario and Eduardo were at the mall together. Mario was excited that he got to follow Eduardo to go shop for clothes.

The mall was busy as usual, people bursting from left and right. Noises everywhere, which made Eduardo uncomfortable.

"Let’s go over there" Mario pointed.

"Sure!" Eduardo responded and they walked towards the boutique in the mall.

Eduardo has gotten quite close to Mario. They both spent ti together in the past two weeks, when he was starved. Thanks to Mario who has been secretly feeding him, he could hold on for that long.

"Woah, there are a lot of great clothes here. Go ahead and take your pick. You can change into the clothes if you want. Why don’t you wear this? Or this? Or this? Oh, this is so nice!" Mario kept on ranting, picking any shirt he sat his eyes on.

Eduardo didn’t listen to him. He picked the ones he wanted. They were mostly black, navy blue, brown, dark green, wine and anything with dark colours.

"You’re one boring man, Eduardo" Mario pouted his lips.

"I apologise if that’s a cri" Eduardo smirked, picking different trousers to match with what he took. He added so ties, shoes, belts, cufflinks, watches, chains and other things.

Mario was surprised to see how a slave was able to know these things.

’Is his fashion sense that good or he’s just lucky?’

Even the owner of the boutique praised him for his great sense in fashion. Eduardo just smiled. He can’t let them know it’s all thanks to his past life as Carlo. He was great at picking clothes and also rging them.

"People are staring at you, Eduardo. You don’t look a bit like a guard. You’re like a prince"

"I know right" Eduardo replied, smiling at Mario. Mario’s eyes widened. His cheek flushed red and his heart was starting to race.

’What the hell was that?’

It’s the first ti seeing a pure smile like that. He fell in love with Eduardo for the second ti.