The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 18: Bodyguard! Not Boyfriend!

Few minutes before Marcello arrived at the restaurant, he had tracked the car that Mario and Eduardo left in. He arrived and saw the car parked at the corner of the street without anyone in it.

"Hmm, where are they?" Marcello asked himself, scanning the surrounding. He stared at his wrist watch and saw that it was already evening. He was smart to know that they would have gone for a break. He started heading to the restaurants around and when he arrived at the third one. He saw them. His lips curved into a smile when he saw Eduardo eating with Mario. But the smile disappeared imdiately as he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

Eduardo was one fine man, with perfect features. He’s able to attract both n and won. It’s obvious and that’s making Marcello furious.

’That bastard Nikolai’ He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth angrily. But his eyes widened, noticing how Eduardo ignored him. Nikolai kept on pestering him, till Marcello couldn’t take it anymore.

"It was true. You’re his fuckboy. Tell , how many tis has my cousin thrust into you? Five? Ten? Forty? Tell !" Nikolai yelled.

Marcello doesn’t what anyone calling Eduardo that na, fuckboy!

He stord towards the table and before getting there, he grabbed a wine bottle from another table.

’I’ll be borrowing this’ he said to the couple on that seat and approached his cousin from behind. He imdiately smashed a bottle on his head.

"Zero. The answer is zero. I haven’t thrusted into him... Not yet. But, very soon!" He spoke proudly and stared at Eduardo.

"Hey babe, missed ?" He winked at Eduardo.

Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows, wondering how he found him with Mario. Marcello threw the remaining wine bottle on the floor and pushed his cousin with his foot.

"You bastard Marcy"

"Don’t fucking call that or I’ll pull your eyeballs" He warned and grabbed Eduardo’s hands. Eduardo who was still surprised to see Marcello still asked...

"How did you find us?"

"I can always find you. You’re like a flashlight" He smirked and turned to Mario.

"Take care of the ss and drive ho. I’ll be taking Eduardo with " He pulled Eduardo out of the restaurant. Nikolai, who was still on the floor with his hand over his bleeding head, watched Marcello leave the restaurant.

"Ah! That fucking bastard actually chose a fuckboy over his cousin" He grinned and then groaned in pain. "Fuck! It hurts as hell"

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Marcello walked Eduardo to the car and opened the passenger door for him.

"Get in!" He ordered.

"I could have opened the door myself" Eduardo frowned.

"Hmm, I’m doing this for you. You should feel honoured. I never did it for Carlo" He left the door opened and walked over to the driver’s seat. Eduardo hurriedly entered the car and slamd the door close.

He fastened the seatbelt and stared at a silent Marcello. The car engine started and they were heading ho together.

"I heard your fiancee is arriving today. Is there any need for you to co for ?" Eduardo questioned.

"Why? Can’t I co find my boyfriend?"

"Don’t call that. I’m your bodyguard" Eduardo frowned and Marcello let out so laughter.

"You see, getting married is not what I want. It’s what my father wants. And I’m only doing it because in other to be the next lord, I’ll have to get married" He explained and Eduardo didn’t care about it. His eyes were fixed outside the window, not interested in whatever Marcello was saying, but he was listening.

He didn’t want to spend more ti here or get attached to Marcello again. After all, he was the one who killed him and his family in his past life without caring at all.

"Everything I’ve done, it has been my father’s order. Once I beco the lord of the Diabolo house, I’ll change a lot of laws in the family" He smacked his lips. Eduardo finally stared at Marcello. He wore a serious expression.

’If he loved that much before, why did he kill ? If he knows I’m in this body, will he try to kill again? No way! I’m not telling him anything. After all, he told to kill him if I ever have the chance. This is a chance and I mustn’t let it pass’

"...also not interested in the woman at the manor. I haven’t even seen her" Marcello was still speaking even after Eduardo was in deep thoughts. He parted his lips, wanting to ask Marcello a question and suddenly slamd it close.

Getting an answer still won’t make any difference. Carlo’s dead, so is his family.

"I don’t care about your private life. Keep out of it" Eduardo spoke with a firm expression.

"Fine, I’ll do so if that’s what you want. I’ll be heading to Russia in a few days to get your papers" He tilted his head, waiting for a response. Eduardo was surprised that he would be going to Russia himself, just because of his slave papers.

"Why? Can’t you just send one of your n?" Eduardo questioned and an evil smirk appeared on Marcello’s face.

"I did and I got no response. They refuse to hand it over to . Seems like I’ll have to go over to take it myself"

"I’ll co with you" He said.

"You? Co with ?" Marcello seed surprised to hear those words from Eduardo, but Eduardo was keen about it.

’Why would they refuse to hand over my slave papers? Is there so other reason why they do not want to go? Is it about the real Eduardo?’

"I’ll refuse!"

Marcello’s words snapped Eduardo back to reality. He adjusted his sitting position, as he kept trying to convince Marcello.

"I’m your guard. I must co with you"

"How cute! However, I do not have power in Russia. If sothing happens to you, how do you want to protect you?" Marcello asked, in a serious face.

Eduardo gritted his teeth and turned away from Marcello. He had just rembered the kind of person Marcello was. He was a stubborn person that once he says yes, it remains yes and when he says no, it remains no.

The car was awkwardly silent as it drove on the busy road.

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After so minutes, they arrived ho. Mario got ho even before them. Viktor with the other butlers were outside, waiting for Marcello’s arrival.

"Welco, young master"

"Welco back, Mario. Have so guards take what Eddy bought to his room. I’ll have dinner with him" Marcello knotted his fingers with Eduardo.

"I’m not starving!" Eduardo shoved him away. He was embarrassed to get close to Marcello in front of everyone, including the butler that kept on glaring at him. He was the sa butler that warned him to stay away from Marcello’s path when he first arrived.

Even before he died and got reincarnated in another body, the butler always glared at him with those sa eyes. He thought the butler didn’t like him naturally, even till now, he has no idea why the butler felt that way.

"I ruined your dinner with Mario. You should eat with "

"I said no!" Eduardo was stubborn enough to refuse in front of everyone. The butlers who were scared of Marcello was wondering if Eduardo was going to be pardoned despite his rude attitude towards Marcello, and he was.

"Please, young master, listen to... Eduardo. Your fiancee is presently having dinner. It would be good if you join her" Viktor lowered his head. Marcello didn’t say any words. He rubbed his chin as if he was thinking. Viktor silently prayed that Marcello agree to it.

"Fine, I guess it’s not bad to et my sixth fiancée" he shrugged and turned to Eduardo. "But, my guard would have to co with " he added.

Viktor frowned and wanted to condemn the idea, but it was too late. Marcello held Eduardo’s hand and pulled him into the house.

Viktor and the other butlers followed behind.

"I don’t like this" Eduardo complained silently.

"It’s not sothing for you to like. Just stand beside while I eat with my fiancée. Are you going to get jealous if you stand by my side while I eat with another woman. You said you’re not my boyfriend, didn’t you?"

"..."

Eduardo didn’t give any response. They got to the dinning table and froze. At the end of the table was a lady, who looked more like a gangster. She had a spoon dancing in her mouth with her phone in the other hand. She was also humming to a song as she folded her legs.

"My fiancée looks a bit unique. It’s nice to et you, lady" Marcello spoke, sitting opposite her. Eduardo stood close to him, while Viktor stood behind Marcello.

The dinning table was long, so there were more than ten chairs around it.

"My na is Lucia and I’m the eldest daughter of the conti family. It’s obvious you don’t know who I am, but I know who you are" she grumbled, with the spoon handing at the corner of her lips.

"I see, Lucia. What an interesting na, I like it" Marcello spoke and she turned her face back to her phone. She tapped the screen a few more tis and slamd it on the table. She pulled the spoon from her lips and shoved it into her plate of soup.

Eduardo who was staring at the two, without interest suddenly flinched as he felt sothing crawling on his butt.

’What the hell is touching ?’ he asked himself and tilt his head to see it was Marcello.

’This son of a bitch...’