The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 3: Meeting His Nemesis

Carlo listened to the words of the butler. The butler is an old man and had weak hands, even if he used to be an A-list assassin. Eduardo could easily turn this around and injure the old man, but he wants to keep a low profile. The other guards were also stunned to speak because everything happened so suddenly. Though, their stance was as if they were ready to attack at any ti.

"I asked you a question. Who are you?" He queried.

"My na is Eduardo. I'm a slave and the princess bodyguard" he spoke calmly. The butler was shocked to see that Eduardo didn't flinch at his sudden attack. He pulled his weapon back and cleared his throat.

"I see. You're just a slave. I'll keep an eye on you. However, I'll advise you to keep your eyes low and stay away from the master" he said and kept on walking. The guards followed the butler behind, leaving Eduardo behind.

He clenched his fist hard, wondering if he would get caught before he plans his attack. He shook the thought off his head and arrived at an old room. It was more like a basent.

"You may use this room. If you're uncomfortable with it, go back to Russia" he frowned and left. The two n stared at the single bed and looked back at Eduardo, who had a huge figure.

"Don't worry, I'll sleep on the floor" he turned away and started looking around. The room was small and dusty, with a bathroom and no single window. There was just one light bulb that looked faulty.

"I should have stayed back in Russia. These bastards are treating us like trash!" One of the guards spoke in the Russian language. The other one responded.

"The boss chose us anyway. We can escape whenever we want to. However, how long do you think that slave is going to last?"

"Maybe... Two days?"

They laughed. Eduardo could hear them and understand them. He grew up in Italy and his father was Italian, but his mother was Russian. So, he knew both languages.

The guards were so certain that Eduardo was going to get killed by the master of the house once he sees how much Nadia hangs around him.

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Eduardo couldn't listen to their words anymore. He found sothing else to do. He left the basent and started walking around the mansion. He knew the nooks and crannies of the mansion. It was like his second ho.

He just kept looking around till he found himself in the kitchen. It was empty, with no souls around. He walked towards the basket where so fruits was kept. While he stretched his hand to pick one, he heard a voice from behind.

"Ah! A thief sneaked into my kitchen"

He froze at the spot. That voice sounded so familiar. His heart was thumping so hard that he could hear it where he stood. Slowly, he turned around to take a look at that monster.

Eduardo's eyes locked onto Marcello, the man who had destroyed his forr life. mories of his past flooded back into his mind, and with them, a burning rage.

His face twisted into a snarl, his eyebrows furrowed, forming deep creases on his forehead. His nose flared, as if scenting his prey. His lips curled, exposing clenched teeth.

"Marcello," Eduardo growled, his voice very low and nacing. Marcello didn't hear his na from his lips but, he stepped forward.

He got closer to Eduardo and leaned forward. He was so close that Eduardo tried to step back, but couldn't, because of the counter.

He didn't even try to hide his anger and malice. His eyes remained fixed on Marcello.

"Your eyes... They look so familiar" he spoke softly, but his eyes were cold. Of course, Eduardo's eyes reminded him of the last man he killed to complete his assignnt. It was the sa.

Eduardo clenched his fist. He wished he had his dagger with him to stab Marcello right in his chest, but he didn't have any.

"You're not mute, are you? Or maybe... You're an enemy sent to kill " Marcello stepped back and pointed a gun at him. Eduardo saw the gun and didn't flinch. His eyes were still on the man pointing the gun, not the gun itself.

"You're not still going to speak? Or do you not know English?" He asked again, changing the language. Eduardo still remained silent. A call interrupted their discussion. He picked his phone and answered it, still pointing the gun.

"Boss, the new lady has arrived. Would you like to see her?" The voice asked. The expression on Marcello's face was enough to tell that he wasn't interested in the lady that arrived.

"I'll et her tomorrow. Don't call for such matters again" he warned and disconnected the call. Imdiately the phone lit up, the wallpaper ca into view. A photo of Marcello and a drunk Carlo.

Eduardo saw it and his eyes widened.

'Why does this bastard still have that? How dare he? After killing ...' he was upset but, could only show it through his facial expression.

Marcello tapped the screen of his phone for so minutes before slipping it back into his pocket. He gazed at Eduardo one last ti before lowering his gun.

"A new wife? She won't last anyway, will she?" He jokingly asked.

For the first ti during their eting, Eduardo spoke.

"Don't you dare touch a string of hair on lady Nadia's body. If you do, I'll kill you myself" he warned in his cold voice.

It was a threat. A threat to a Mafia prince, the successor of the house Diabolo, soone who is rumoured to be a devil incarnate. He just got threatened by a slave. Of course, he's supposed to get upset and maybe, blow Eduardo's brains out but instead, he covered his mouth in shock.

Sothing unbelievable just happened. Sothing that had never happened for the past few months. Marcello got close to Eduardo, closer than before. He was a bit shorter than Eduardo and smaller in physique. He placed a hand on Eduardo's chest and mumbled...

"Speak... Speak again"

"Huh?" Eduardo frowned and still tried to run away, but he couldn't leave. He lowered his head and stared at the bulge in Marcello's pants.

"Your voice got hard..." He grinned.

Eduardo frowned in disgust and tried to escape from him again, but he couldn't. Marcello pinned him to the counter. He slowly slipped his hand into Eduardo pants, placing his hand over his butt. He flinched and started trembling.

"I wonder how sweet you'll sound when you get fucked from here" he added.