The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 31: Moving To The Next Plan!

A few minutes before the gunshot was heard around the house, Lucia and her father were already at the fifth shot. They’ve been lucky throughout since no one was dead yet.

It was left with just three shots and the gun was in Mr Conti’s hand. It was trembling bad, bad that he couldn’t even wrap his hands around the trigger.

"Please, Prince Marcello. Let’s just stop this ga. Punish instead. I can’t shoot my daughter" Mr Conti begged.

"You’ve been doing great since it started. You either have to play the ga or get killed by my hand" Marcello gave them an option, with a cold voice. The second choice was sothing that could take both of their lives.

Mr Conti reluctantly pointed the gun to his daughter and pulled the trigger. Again, a clicking sound was heard, indicating an empty chamber.

Two shots left!

Lucia didn’t hesitate to grab the gun from her father, weighing her options. If she pulls the trigger and there’s nothing... she’s going to be the one dead if the gun goes to her father.

But if she pulls the trigger and it’s not a click, her father is going to be the one dead instead of her.

’I don’t want to die’

She thought to herself. The gun was still facing her father and Marcello watched in suspense to see what Lucia was going to do. Save herself and betray her father or... Accept to get killed by her father.

She pulled the trigger and there was a... Click. There was a sudden silence as Mr Conti waited for the gun to be handed over to him. Lucia, on the other hand, refused to hand it over. She shook her head repeatedly, whispering to herself.

’I don’t want to die’

She kept mumbling to herself. In a bid to survive, she then pulled the trigger one more ti. There was a gunshot and then... Blood. The gun slipped from Lucia’s grip as she saw what she had done. Her father was dead... The bullet had gone through his heart, and he slumped to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Marcello snapped her back to reality when he started clapping his hands.

"What a great show. You killed your father..."

Lucia, horrified by her actions, retorted.

"No, I didn’t. You made kill him" She drsgged herself away from her father’s body.

"I wasn’t the one who forced the gun into your hand now, was I? You took it yourself and even cheated" he continued laughing like a maniac that he was.

He sprung up from where he was seated and grabbed the revolver from the floor. He slipped another bullet inside it and pointed it at Lucia.

"Since the ga is over, it’s ti to get punished", he said.

Lucia shook her head. She thought she was going to get pardoned. She sacrificed her father just to get released but, she was getting otherwise.

"But you promised!"

"Did I?" He asked. "This is what you get for what you did to..."

Before he could finish his words, he got interrupted by Eduardo, who headed downstairs. There was a slight frown on Marcello’s face, wondering why Eduardo was down there. He looked around for the n he asked to protect the door and made sure he didn’t leave the room.

"You mustn’t kill Lady Lucia", he spoke in a firm voice with an innocent look on his face.

Marcello walked past Lucia, who was on the floor and held Eduardo’s hand.

"I told you not to leave the room, babe. Are you disobeying now?" He asked.

"Don’t call that in public. There are people here..." Eduardo gritted his teeth angrily. He saw the bruises on Lucia’s body and added... "I’m sure Luca hurt Lucia when I got abducted by him"

Marcello imdiately knew what was happening. Eduardo thought Lucia was hurt by Luca when he got kidnapped and taken to Russia. Unknown to him, Lucia was the one who handed him over to Luca.

Marcello’s sucked in his lower lips and he moved closer to Eduardo.

"You look so fucking innocent, Eduardo," he said, and Eduardo was confused. Marcello pointed at Lucia with the gun. "Just in case you’re unaware... Lucia here was the one who handed you over to Luca. She must have claid that you’re a distraction to her which must be gotten rid of, right Lucia? That’s why you tried to send him back to Russia"

"I’m sorry, I made a mistake. Just...let go" Lucia apologize. She crawled towards Eduardo and pinched the hem of his pants. "I didn’t want to. I was... tempted to. My guard found so information about Eduardo from one of your n..."

"What kind of information? Everyone here knows he’s a slave and nothing else. What kind of information did you find that made you send him back to Russia?" Marcello asked and Eduardo was slightly hurt being called a slave.

"Uh... It’s about Eduardo being a..." Just before she completed her words, soone from nowhere silenced her with a gunshot.

No one knew where it ca from but whoever it was... Did it to silence her.

Marcello’s n imdiately assembled, thinking it was an attack. They surrounded Marcello, protecting him. They brought out their guns, trying to track where the gun was from but only Viktor knew where it ca from. It was from his inforr. He stood there with a calm expression while everyone was panicking and trying to protect Marcello.

The information about Eduardo being a prince can’t revealed now, especially not in front of Marcello. Even if it was revealed, he won’t ever let go of Eduardo. Also, if it gets revealed that there’s an inforr who works for Viktor in the manor, his loyalty would be questioned.

"Viktor..."

"Yes, young master" he answered, snapping out his thoughts.

"Get rid of this ss and find out where that gunshot ca from" he ordered.

"Yes, young master" he bowed. He watched Marcello leave the living room with Eduardo and his eyes travelled to where the gunshot ca from. There, he saw his inforr with the gun in his hand.

’I guess I have to move to the next plan’

He thought to himself. Marcello’s sixth fiancée was dead. He has to prepare another one for Marcello. But if he doesn’t get rid of the distraction by his side, the next one might end up dead again.

Viktor had a few n clean up the ss and send the bodies to their families. He secretly t with his inforr and issued a quick command.

’Ti to get Prince Nikolai involved’