The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 46: Let’s Visit The Traitor!

Mario had entered the room at the wrong ti. Since Marcello’s room was soundproof, he wasn’t able to listen to what was listen to whatever was going on inside.

His eyes widened in shock as he saw the scene in front of him. Eduardo and Marcello had their dicks held by Eduardo while Marcello was busy thrusting his waist up and down.

"I... I’m sorry. Please, continue with what you were doing" Mario’s tone went off as he stuttered before slamming the door closed. He imdiately flung his hand over his mouth as he leaned against the door.

’What was that? It’s so... Huge!’

His cheek flushed red as he pictured what he saw over and over again.

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Since Mario left the room, Marcello stared at Eduardo, giving him a wink.

"Oops! We got caught. Let’s continue-"

"No way! That’s enough!" Eduardo gently pushed Marcello off his body and started buckling his belts.

"But, I haven’t cum yet!"

"You can do it yourself. I think Mario had sothing more important to say to you" Eduardo hid his face as his face flushed red. He was embarrassed after getting caught by Mario.

’Shit! How would I ever show my face in front of him again? It’s all because of this bastard,’

He thought to himself, staring at Marcello, who didn’t care if he was caught or not. All he was worried about was not being able to finish what he had started.

"When we do it later, make sure to let cum" Marcello grinned.

"Fuck! Just go et Mario already" Eduardo pushed him out of the room.

Marcello smiled and t Mario outside the room. He was looking so timid as usual, with his huge glass on his face.

"I’m sorry for barging into the room, without knocking. I thought you were alone" he said, with his voice, sounding almost like a whisper.

Marcello folded his hands, noticing the odd way he was standing. A sly grin appeared on Marcello’s face as he walked closer to Mario, slipping his hands into his pocket.

"Are you sure you’re sorry? Because you seem to have grown a boner after watching us"

"I... I’m sorry, boss. It just happened on its own" he stuttered.

"Don’t let this shit happen again! Eddy has told to trust you, I’ll give you a chance. Don’t waste it by thinking about what’s mine"

"I apologise, boss" he pleaded again.

Marcello brought out a stick of cigarette and lit it.

"Go straight to the point. Why did you knock?"

"Oh, it’s about the criminal in the torture room. He finally revealed his objectives"

"Criminal? I have a lot of them in the torture room. Which of them?" He asked, puffing out the smoke from his mouth.

"It’s the traitor, boss. The one who stole the docunts from your office" he explained.

"Oh, the bastard that shot my Eddy" His expression darkened and took the cigarette stick off his lips.

He walked back to the door and opened it. He saw Eduardo seated on the floor, still embarrassed about what happened earlier. He wished he could enter the ground and never co out after Mario caught them in that embarrassing position.

"Co with us, babe. Let’s go see the traitor"

"Do I have to? You should go see him alone" Eduardo complained.

"Don’t be a baby and co with . Hurry! Don’t keep waiting" Marcello placed the cigarette stick on his lips, still waiting for Eduardo. Eduardo sprung up from the floor, looking like a big baby. Marcello placed a hand on his chest as he walked out of the room.

"See, there’s nothing to be shy about. Mario doesn’t care about what he saw, right Mario?" He asked and Mario nodded his head.

Eduardo raised his head shyly and looked at Mario. Mario imdiately diverted his gaze elsewhere, refusing to stare at Eduardo.

’Huh? Why is he avoiding ?’

Eduardo thought to himself. He didn’t want to distance himself from Mario because of what happened in the room.

"Okay now, lead the way, Mario" Marcello’s loud voice snapped him back to reality.

"Yes, boss" Mario answered in a low voice and walked away with the both of them following behind. They walked a few distance down the basent before they arrived at the cell. It was the sa place Eduardo was locked up when he had smashed a bottle on Marcello’s head.

Eduardo tried not to rember what happened in the cell. He shook the thought off his head, looked into the cell and saw the traitor with his hands chained to the side. He was on his knees and his body had been beaten so badly that he was already beyond recognition.

The one torturing him was Viktor. Eduardo wasn’t even surprised, because he knew the kind of person Viktor was already.

"Welco, young master" Viktor lowered his head, with blood-stained on his hands, face and clothes. Viktor raised his head and locked eyes with Eduardo.

"Young master, why did you bring him here?"

"Do you think you can ask questions whenever you like, Viktor?"

"I apologise, young master. I’m just worried that he won’t be able to handle the scene" Viktor lied.

The gate opened and Marcello walked in. He grabbed a pair of gloves from Mario and wore them. He moved closer and touched the traitor’s bruised face.

"You hit him so badly, Viktor. Good work" Marcello was pleased, seeing the way the man was struggling to breathe. So part of his flesh had been burnt by fire, and he no longer had the voice to scream.

"I’m honoured, young master" Viktor lowered his head, with an excited look on his face.

The man suddenly started coughing, with blood spilling from his mouth. The blood had stained Marcello’s outfit.

"Fuck! That bastard!" Viktor grabbed the chain tightly, wanting to hit the traitor, but Marcello stopped him.

"It’s fine. It’s a relief he’s awake. I don’t have to beat him up anymore" Marcello grabbed his face, digging his fingers into his cheek. The traitor winced in pain as his eyes fluttered open.

"Wakey wakey, you had a good sleep, didn’t you? Do you rember who I am?"

"Of course, it’s the devil... Marcello Diabolo" the traitor grinned weakly as he spoke.