The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 47: The Devil’s Voice!

A grin appeared on Marcello’s face when he heard those words from the traitor. Marcello didn’t even know his na and didn’t know what to call him. He didn’t know anything about his n, not even their nas.

He referred to them as ’hey’ or ’you’.

Marcello’s fingers were still digging into his cheek, as the traitor winced in pain. Viktor had burnt his cheek and pulled out a few of his teeth, torturing him just so he could reveal the person he was working for.

"Oh, are you in pain? Don’t worry, everything will be over as soon as you tell the dog you’re serving"

"Ha! There’s no need for to hide it anyway. He’ll be coming for you very soon" The traitor spoke, with a weak smile on his face.

"?" Marcello raised an eyebrow.

"Not you. I’m talking about him! Once my master cos, he’ll get rid of you. It’s better you run away from here and never return. That way, you’ll be safe from him," the traitor spoke, his eyes shifting to Eduardo, who was behind Marcello.

Eduardo rembered hearing the sa thing when he beat up those n at the old hotel. He doesn’t know who this so-called master is, but he’s after him.

"Speak! Who is he and why is he after Eduardo?" Marcello forced the traitor to look at him, and not Eduardo.

"He’s the new fuck toy you dumped my master for..."

Marcello threw his face out of his hand and stood properly. He took out a stick of cigarette and lit it.

"Ah! He’s wasting my ti, here. Is he ever going to who sent him?"

"It’s my fault, young master. Let beat the truth out of him!" Viktor lowered his head, wrapping the thick chain around his fingers, hoping to punch the traitor with it.

"No need. Eddy will do it for since he has a score to settle with this bastard, right babe?" He turned back and looked at Eduardo’s face.

He wore a calm look on his face but deep down...

’? I haven’t tortured anyone before. I’ve only fought and killed soone and that’s because this body is used to fighting a lot. What do I do?’

"I’m waiting, Eddy. Torture him, make him bleed and force the truth out of him" Marcello’s voice snapped him back to reality.

"Wait! I was going to tell you who my master is. You can’t hurt again!"

"I gave you a chance and you exhausted it!" Marcello took the cigarette stick off his lips and tapped Eduardo’s shoulder.

"Go ahead, babe. Make him pay. He must have said a lot of nasty things to you that day. He was the cause of your injury. He dared to shoot you and try to escape, but he’s right here. It’s ti to get your revenge" Marcello’s voice sounded low and devilish. Eduardo, who has no motive to torture anyone, moved after hearing Marcello.

Mario was even shocked.

’Is this the power of a devil?’

He thought to himself, watching how Eduardo picked up the iron from the coal, close to where the traitor was seated.

"Young master...." Viktor tried to speak, but Marcello shut him up.

"Not now, Viktor. I want to watch my babe in action. I missed the last one, so I can’t miss this one" He said.

Eduardo grabbed the handle of the iron that had its tip glowing golden orange and moved closer to the traitor. His eyes were locked on Eduardo as his breathing hastened. His heart was pounding hard in his chest. He has received a lot from Viktor already. He didn’t want any more from Eduardo.

He knew what Eduardo could do after seeing him in action at the old hotel room. He brutally killed all of the n in the room without using any of his weapons.

Sweat buds ford at the corner of his head and his knee started to tremble in fear.

"No, no! Don’t touch with that. I’ll tell you who it is. Please, fuckb- I an, Eduardo. I beg you, just don’t..."

"I don’t want to do it also, but... It’s ti to keep your mouth shut. I’ll make sure it’s over as soon as possible" He pointed the hot iron at his stomach. The traitor’s eyes followed every movent, hoping to see where he would get burnt.

Viktor has burnt his cheek, arms, legs and also so part of his chest. He pulled his fingernails from his finger and then, pulled out his teeth. And at the end of everything, Viktor told him...

"I’m just playing with you since I have to keep you alive. Your torture hasn’t begun yet"

’Is this the real torture? This bastard slut isn’t going to kill , is he?’ The traitor wondered.

He had so many opportunities to reveal the information he wanted to, but he was being so slow and stupid. The hot iron went from his stomach to his chest and he let out a nervous laughter.

"Ha! You can’t do it, can you? Just burn already!" He gritted his teeth.

"As you wish!" Eduardo said and grabbed his head. He moved closer to the traitor and pressed the hot iron on his skin.

He scread, even more louder than when he was being tortured by Viktor. Mario covered his ear and looked away.

’Eduardo is so cool and...brutal’

He thought to himself.

Marcello was very thrilled as he continued smoking. Though, no one knew where Eduardo had burnt on his part of the body. They just stood at the back, hearing the scream till sothing dropped on the floor.

It was his left... Ear.

"Young master, he’s going to die, and we won’t be able to get anything out of him", Viktor said to Marcello, but Marcello didn’t bulge.

"Let him have his fun," he said.

"Fuck... you!" The traitor yelled.

Eduardo threw the iron bar into the fire. Marcello thought he was done, and so did everyone. Eduardo walked towards Viktor and grabbed the chain from his hand.

"I’ll be needing this," He said. Angry veins popped at the side of Viktor’s head. He didn’t want to release the chain to Eduardo, but Eduardo stared at Viktor with intense eyes. It felt like he was trying to cut right through him. That look was icy and serious, like a warning and at the sa ti, a threat. Viktor felt a chill run through him. He couldn’t move, caught up in the threat coming from Eduardo’s glare.

"Hand it over, Viktor" He growled.