The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 51: Misunderstanding!

Three hours. Three hours was what it took Eduardo to prepare dinner and make sure every one of Marcello’s n ate their fill. They devoured the food like a starved lion

Marcello was relieved that they didn’t end up breaking the plates. They were panting hard, slurping the spaghetti and moaning in satisfaction.

"You should quit being a bodyguard and beco a cook! This was delicious!" The first one complinted, slamming his palm at Eduardo’s back.

"This was great! Finally, an edible al!"

"We’ll wash the dishes. Hope you’ll help us again tomorrow"

’Tomorrow? Are these people trying to turn into their slave? Do I have to be nice to them? Tell them no, no!’

"Sure!" Eduardo said with a huge grin plastered on his face. He was unable to say no. He was enjoying his new relationship with the guards. He preferred to be treated as one of them than to be called a stranger or outcast.

"Thanks, Eduardo! We’ll buy the ingredients ourselves!" One of them placed a hand over his shoulder. Eduardo felt uncomfortable with his touch and imdiately slipped away from his grip.

"Then, see you tomorrow!" He took two of the lunchboxes he packed and headed out of the kitchen.

"I probably should give Mario one of these before heading to my room" he grumbled and headed up the stairs to Mario’s room. His eyes t with the windows in the hallway and he looked outside.

’How did it get so late?’

He wondered and approached the room. He raised his hand and was about to knock when his body froze. He thought Mario was going to ignore him like he did earlier today.

’Well, it’s not my fault that he caught us. If he had knocked before entering the room, he wouldn’t have caught us in that position. I should probably just hand this to him and leave- huh? He left his door open’

Eduardo pushed the door a little and peeped.

"Mario?" He whispered. The room was a bit dark. He was almost convinced that Mario wasn’t around. Till he stepped in. Eduardo walked around and found the table. He slowly placed the lunchbox on the table.

"Maybe he’s out!" Eduardo was convinced. He turned to leave and his eyes t with the other door that was opened.

The bathroom door.

"Is he taking a bath?" He grumbled and walked towards the door. Again, he peeped into the bathroom, scanning around for Mario.

His eyes widened when he saw Mario. He was under the shower; instead of taking a bath, he leaned on the tiled wall with his fingers around his dick.

His eyes were closed and he had covered his face with a familiar black top. He was sniffing it and moaning loudly.

"So he does this kind of thing, too? I should probably leave" Eduardo gently touched the handle and was about to close the door when he heard sothing else.

"Ugh! Eduardo... Fuck, Eddy! You sll so good"

Eduardo paused and looked again. He saw the blacktop and imdiately knew it was his. He, at first, doubted that it was his. But after hearing his na from Mario, he was convinced.

’I shouldn’t have co here’

Eduardo left the door and swiftly left the room. He held the other lunchbox in his hand and headed to see Marcello. He hadn’t seen him since the morning after they had tortured the traitor.

Eduardo tried to get the image of what he did to that man off his head, but he couldn’t. He didn’t even knock on Marcello’s door, he just pushed himself inside and saw him standing by the balcony, smoking.

He wore a shirt and long pants as if he was heading sowhere later. Eduardo closed the door behind him and looked around the room. He was relieved he didn’t walk into soone else jerking off while calling his na.

"Smoking again? Aren’t you worried about your lungs?" Eduardo asked, walking closer to Marcello, but Marcello ignored him. He continued smoking, staring outside his manor.

"I brought you dinner. I know I’m a slave, but don’t expect this kindness from every ti" He said, stretching the lunchbox at Marcello.

Marcello’s eyes diverted from his compound to the lunchbox.

"Throw it away. I don’t eat food prepared by slaves" he replied. Eduardo let out a sigh. He was already expecting to hear that from Marcello. He was a bit hurt when he heard that, but he couldn’t convey it to Marcello, after all, he’s nothing but a slave.

"I’ll take it back with . You can sleep with an empty stomach as you like, young master" Eduardo tried to sound as polite as possible. He turned around and was heading out of the room when Marcello told him sothing else.

"Eating such would put on the sa level as you. I’m not your buddy Eduardo, neither am I your brother. I’m your master and the bastard that’ll teach you a fucking lesson if you forget the rules I gave you. I don’t share what’s mine with anyone, not even my cousin"

"I didn’t break any rules, did I?" Eduardo tilted his head, confused. Marcello grabbed Eduardo by his head and groaned in anger. He rubbed his palm on Eduardo’s cheek and rubbed his thumb over his lips.

"Eduardo..." He moaned out his na. He pushed his thumb inside his mouth. Eduardo raised his eyebrows. He rembered Nikolai also doing the sa thing earlier.

’What’s wrong with these Diabolos and my mouth?’

"Do you rember? Sothing like this happened earlier"

Eduardo was certain, Marcello was there when everything happened. He saw Nikolai sucking his finger, that’s why he was acting distant.

"Are you jealous?" Eduardo questioned with Marcello’s thumb still in his mouth.

"Jealous? Yes, I am, Eddy. You allowed that fucker to suck your finger. Are you interested in him now after you’ve accepted his little gift?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Eduardo furrowed.

Marcello took out his finger and grabbed the door handle.

"Leave!" He said, opening the door.

"Nothing was going on between Nikolai and ," he said.

"Get. Out!" He pointed outside.

Eduardo tightened his grip on the lunchbox and walked outside the door. Marcello slamd the door on his face, leaving Eduardo even more shocked.

’What exactly did he think happened between Nikolai and I?’ he wondered. He glared at the lunchbox one more ti before heading downstairs to throw it away.

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The next morning ca, and Marcello was the first person to wake up in the whole manor. No, he wasn’t able to sleep in the first place after what happened between him and Eduardo. He has been thinking about what to do.

Punish him for breaking the rules?

Or just let him be?

However, Marcello was worried that if he didn’t do anything, it would only get Eduardo and Nikolai close to each other. He rembered yesterday when he wanted to head over to give the surprise gift to Eduardo.

He went to his room first, but he was nowhere to be found. One of the guards had confessed that they made Eduardo make their dinner so he decided to find him in the kitchen.

’Is Eduardo a good cook? I wonder if his food tastes as good as he is’ Marcello was looking forward to being with Eduardo in the kitchen, but he stumbled onto the scene he never wanted to see.

Nikolai was sucking on Eduardo’s finger while staring at him with flirty eyes. He didn’t even want to ask what was happening between them. He just misunderstood the whole situation. After Eduardo washed his hands, Nikolai stretched a new phone to Eduardo.

’Ah! I was too late. This bastard dared to seduce my Eddy. Should I just kill him and apologize to my father later?’

Eduardo’s eyes were fixed on the phone as he wanted it so badly. Marcello looked at the phone in his hand and threw the box into the trashcan before walking away. He thought Eduardo was going to accept it, that’s the reason he was being an to him when Eduardo visited his room last night.

He bit on the pen hard till it snapped.

"Ah, it broke" he grumbled.

"Please, boss. I only need your signature on this one docunt" Mario pleaded.

"You’re being too loud Mario!" Marcello yelled at him.

’He’s back to normal’

Mario wondered. Marcello was treating him so well yesterday but now, he has gone back to his normal self. The arrogant look was on his face and he’s being lazy as always.

Mario handed him a new pen just to sign the paper, but Marcello continued thinking again.

The office door imdiately burst open as Nikolai entered in his colourful shirt and sunglasses.

"Hey, cuz!" He waved.

"This fucker! What brings you here?" Marcello clenched his fist angrily, breaking the new pen. His words were fueled with jealousy. He even wondered why his cousin was wearing sunglasses while in the manor. It wasn’t even sunny outside.

Mario threw his hand over his face, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Aren’t I allowed to see my cousin? I missed you, so I ca" he chirped excitedly, throwing himself on Marcello’s desk.

"Get out!" Marcello was furious. He just couldn’t help imagining what happened yesterday.

"Don’t be so an, Eduardo sent away, now you. If no one accepts , who would I talk to? Your father won’t let co back to his estate"

’Why would Eduardo ignore him after what happened between them yesterday?’

Marcello asked himself. He raised his head and decided to ask his cousin instead.

"Why did Eduardo send you away?"

"I just wanted to thank him for the pasta. It was delicious. You’re lucky to have him to yourself, cousin. He’s so loyal and hardworking. Once you get tired of him, will you give him to ?"

Mario stood there, with his eyes wide open.

’Eduardo was the one who made the pasta? How did... When did he enter my room? Did he fucking see that?’

"There’s no way I’m handing him over to you. Leave now, you’re distracting " Marcello stared at the docunt on the table.

"Fine! I’ll leave after giving you this. Co with tomorrow. If you don’t want to, can you tell Eduardo to co with ?" He asked, waving an invitation card to his cousin.

Marcello took it and looked at it. It was an event, held by one of the wealthy families in Italy.

"Do I have to... Hold on, if you wanted Eduardo to co with you, shouldn’t you have called him or texted him? You gifted him a phone yesterday, didn’t you?" He queried.

Nikolai titled his head.

"Huh? You saw that! That’s so embarrassing! I thought no one was in the kitchen when Eduardo rejected my gift. Tsk! The party starts at 5pm. Don’t forget!" He said and walked away.

Marcello froze where he was seated.

’Eddy didn’t take the gift? Then... I pushed him away when I was the wrong one?’ he stood up imdiately.

"I’m leaving!" He announced Mario.

"What? The docunt! Just one signature! Boss!" Mario called but Marcello already slamd the door close.

"Ah! Shit! Should I just quit my job?" He grumbled.