The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 163: Karma! 2

Marcello shoved his phone into his pocket, wiping his hands clean before stepping out of the private lounge.

He left Fabio behind, but Fabio crawled after him. He was thinking of a way to escape from the bar so he wouldn’t be touched by anyone.

The drug has yet to take effect, so he could still walk. Pushing himself towards the door, he froze.

He watched as Eduardo stepped out of a cab, slamming the door shut. Marcello wore a soft smile on his face as if he wasn’t the sa devil that forced him to drink from that drugged bottle.

Well, he wasn’t forced. If he hadn’t picked up that particular bottle, he would have been alright.

"Fuck! My heart can’t stop pounding. Why is Eddy here? Don’t tell he ca to et... Him?" He grumbled.

Eduardo took off his cap as he walked toward Marcello.

"You’re early," he said.

"I couldn’t afford to be late, or else you’d block ", he smiled.

"Hmm..." He responded, looking around. When he was about to look at the bar, Marcello turned Eduardo’s gaze back to him.

If he looked at the bar, he could see Fabio, who was leaning on the glass door.

"Don’t stare at that gay bar. Just look at " Marcello said.

Eduardo beat his hand off his face and let out a fake cough.

"I agreed to et with you, but I have nothing prepared"

"Let’s go on a date. We never get to go on one before..." Marcello said.

"A date?" He asked.

Well, he has gone on a date once before. But that was when he was Carlo. He went with Marcello but they were interrupted when his father called him back ho.

His father always found ways to interrupt them whenever they were alone.

"A date? Let’s do that" he smiled.

Marcello’s heart started pounding seeing Eduardo smiling at him. His pink lips curved into a beautiful smile, exposing his dimple and handso features.

Marcello could imagine himself touching those lips of his...

"Hey, what are you doing?" Eduardo’s voice snapped him out of his daze. He blinked repeatedly, realising that he had been touching Eduardo’s lips.

"It was a mistake..." He said, still not taking his hands off his lips. His thumb rubbed his lower lips, then forced itself into his mouth.

"Hng..." Eduardo let out a slight moan, holding Marcello’s hand and pulling it out of his mouth.

"What the hell are you after, Marcy?"

"You..." He answered. "I want you, Eddy" he mouthed, leaning his head on Eddy’s shoulder.

Eduardo looked around, to see if anyone was looking at him.

"I’m sorry, Eddy. I shouldn’t have kept your family background a secret. I just didn’t want to be alone" he said.

Eduardo gently patted his back.

"Where is your car?"

"The black jeep" he pointed behind him, not lifting his head from Eddy’s shoulder.

"Then, let’s go sowhere else," Eduardo said. Marcello raised his head, locking his gaze with him.

"Sowhere...else?"

"Don’t you want to touch ?"

"I... do" he answered shyly.

"Then, let’s go" he walked toward Marcello’s car.

Marcello swiftly mounts the driver’s seat.

"I’ll drive."

"Do as you want"

Eduardo said, sitting close to him. The car started and they drove off.

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Fabio had watched their little touching mont before they drove off.

’My Eduardo left for that bastard. Why?! Why did he pick him and not ? Argh!’ He groaned in anger.

Slowly, he was starting to lose his senses and his body got hotter.

He started panting hard and taking off his shirt, sitting close to the door.

The horny n that were inside watched him, thinking he was performing a striping show.

Dropping his shirt on the ground, he crawled to the nearest table, sliding his hand on one of the n seated there.

He nibbled on the stranger’s bulge through his pants.

"Touch " he whispered.

"Woah, he’s so hot. Does he work here?"

"He said to touch him. We don’t have to pay for it, right?"

"His nipples are pink. I can’t wait to turn them red"

They started to gather around him, trailing their fingers around his body.

Chrishan stood by the corner, smoking. He was enjoying the little show. The bare-chest bartender stood close to him.

"Should we stop that or...?"

"Leave him. He seems to be an enemy of my nephew and his mafia boyfriend. Let’s teach him a little lesson, shall we?" He grinned.

"Your nephew’s boyfriend? Was he that scary man from earlier?" He asked.

"Marcello Diabolo. Look into that man. I want all the information about him in ten," he took a long draw from the cigarette he was holding.

The bartender furrowed his eyebrows.

"In ten hours?"

"Ten minutes," he corrected.

"Ha! That’s too..."

"You have nine minutes left." Chrishan stared at the wristwatch.

"You’re a devil, boss!" He ran away, to gather information about Marcello.

Chrishan eyes remained on Fabio who was being used as a toy by those n.

"I should have this on record... I’m sure my nephew would love the little surprise" he grinned.

No one was allowed to use a phone in the bar, well, except the owner.

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Marcello wore a huge grin on his face. He never expected Eduardo to say yes to him. He was glad he made the arrangents with Mario.

After breakfast earlier that day, he asked Mario to book an apartnt for him.

Just for one night.

He didn’t want to spend the night with Eduardo in a hotel room... If they end up doing that, their loud moans could disturb others. But if they are in a private apartnt, they could cry as loud as they could.

Just imagining it alone, Marcello was excited.

"Has anyone told you how perverted you are?" He asked.

"Huh? Well, yes..." He responded. Eduardo raised his brows, wondering if there was soone other than him.

"But, he’s dead. I... killed him" he responded.

The car beca silent. It was evident that he was talking about him, as Carlo.

"Did you miss him?" Eduardo asked.

"Ha! I’m not sure I’d want to see him again. But, I made him promise to kill if we ever et again, probably in hell" Marcello let out a dry laugh and cleared his throat. Eduardo looked out the window.

He rembered those words like they were yesterday. But to bring himself to kill Marcello, no way... He couldn’t do that. Besides, his death was totally not his fault, it wasn’t his butler’s fault. It was all because of his father.

The atmosphere grew darker as the silence stretched.

"Since you’re married to Maria, you should hurry and give your father an heir"

"She troubled so much that it’s tiring already,"

"Why? Can’t you sleep with a girl?" Eduardo tilted his head to look at Marcello’s face. "Or do you need my permission for that?"

"Ha!" Marcello smirked and stopped the car. They were at their destination. "Maybe?" He responded.

Eduardo looked through the window from Marcello’s side and saw the sea. They were at the beach.

"You made arrangents beforehand?"

"Yes..." He responded.

"How perverted are you, Marcy?" Eduardo asked, leaving the car. He hid the excitent on his face. It was his first ti being at the beach after twenty-six years of living. His eyes scanned the whole area. It was dark but the path to a wooden duplex house was brightened with street lights.

The sound of the waves under the dark sky, Eduardo’s lips curved into a smile.

"Do you like it?"

He heard Marcello’s voice behind him. Eduardo noticed how tall Marcello had grown just after a month. He used to be the tall one between them. Turning to stare at him, Eddy grabbed him by his tie, crashing his lips against his.

Without hesitating, Marcello countered, wrapping his arms around his waist also. He let out muffled moans, as Eduardo kissed his deeper.

Eduardo bit his lower lip and dragged them between his teeth before breaking the kiss.

"You already got hard."

"Shouldn’t I have?" Marcello asked, brushing his fingers into Eduardo’s hair. "You’re so beautiful that I couldn’t help it"

"You’re so spoiled, Marcy," Eduardo said.

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After a short walk to the wooden house, from the door, Marcello ripped off the black shirt from Eduardo’s body, kissing his neck and chest.

"Hey, the door is opened"

"Don’t worry, no one is at the beach. It’s just you and... "

Eduardo heard that and shifted his gaze elsewhere. He has no idea how much preparation Marcello had made.

Eddy moaned in pain as Marcello pulled his nipples with his teeth.

"You’re not a child, are you?" Eduardo buried his fingers into his black hair.

"Maybe, I am" he shoved Eduardo to the couch before tearing his shirt. He pulled his pants off his legs and tossed them to a corner.

Without wasting any minutes, he stripped Eddy naked then knelt by his side, grabbing his length. He sniffed in his manliness and groaned.

"You have no idea how much I missed you" he mumbled.

Eduardo’s cheek flushed red as he raised his head to see Marcello grabbing his dick.

"Are you talking to or..."

"Both of you..." He smirked and pinned Eddy to the couch.

"Just remain there and let do this"