The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 7: He’s Mine, Not Yours!

It was already late in the afternoon when Eduardo opened his eyes again. He found himself in a different room. The ceiling was so high and the bed he was laying on was so soft and comfortable. He almost couldn't believe it.

The last ti he was in a familiar room like this was when he was Carlo. Since he was reborn into a body of a re slave, he has never received such a treatnt before.

At first, he thought it was a dream, till he heard a familiar voice that snapped him back to really. He sprung up from the bed to sit up, but sothing was pulling him back.

The sounds of chains rattling penetrated into his ear. He looked beside the bed and saw that his right hand has been chained to the bed.

"Ah! Look! The fuck boy has woken up! Get the chefs to bring his al imdiately!" One of the guard in black uniform said to the other one in Russian. Eduardo could understand what they said, including the fact that they called him a 'fuckboy'.

His title as a mafia prince change to a slave and then, from a slave to a fuck boy. He clenched his fist angrily, trying not to show that he understood what he said.

The man walked closer to Eduardo and stared at the chain.

"Boss locked you up incase you try to escape. Lucky you"

'Lucky ?'

"Do you not have the keys? I need to leave from here" Eduardo asked, shaking the chains. The man stood speechless. He was even looking upset for reasons that Eduardo doesn't know.

He squatted in front of Eduardo and even leaned forward. His huge face ca to view and he moved away from the scary looking guard.

"Leave from here? Hey fuck boy! You should consider yourself lucky for getting sucked by the boss. He has never shown interest in anyone since that fool was killed by him. Do you have any idea how many n stayed in line just to get a mont with him? Yet he picked you and let you stay in the mistress room! Yet you say you want to leave!" He yelled.

Eduardo was stunned. He couldn't speak. It wasn't because of the words that were said to him but because of the he room was in. The Mistress room.

It's a common na for the mistress' bedroom. It's more like the Mafia's wife private chamber. He just sat still, wondering why and how he ended up inside this room.

Once again, he struggled with the chain and stopped when the door flung open. Another man with a male chef strolled in. Of course, there was no single female worker in Marcello's house and Eduardo was aware of that. The last ti they had a female worker, history is aware of what happened to her two days after she started working here. She ran away from the estate with nothing but cum dripping down her legs.

The chef pushed the tray closer to where Eduardo was seated on the bed. They started to speak Italian amongst themselves, asking if how he was going to eat with his hands chained that way.

The guards suggested that the chef feed him, but the chef refused. They argued amongst themselves till Eduardo used his left hands to fetch the spoon and scoop so soup into his mouth.

At the side were so pasta with a lot of cheese. They stopped arguing after they saw him eat.

"Where is the boss?" He asked. They both looked at each other before the chef stared back at Eduardo.

"It's better not to concern yourself with the boss matters. You'll only get yourself in trouble. Your job is just to open your legs and close like a door when asked. I'm saying this for your own good" he warned with a stern look on his face.

Eduardo decided to keep quiet. He didn't listen to the butler warnings before and faced the consequences but this ti, he'll listen to any warning or advice that's given to him.

He thought he knew Marcello well, but the Marcello he knew as Carlo was different from the one he's seeing as Eduardo.

'Fuck! I guess my revenge plan will take a long ti'

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anwhile, in a dark warehouse, in Matteo's border. It's a place where all of Matteo's companies were located. It's a pharmaceutical company that's run by one of the Mafia lord in Italy. It's also a popular company that produces dicine in the whole of Italy.

Marcello wanted it and he's going to have it. He has ceased every company in the country and it's just left with a few of them. The pharmaceutical company, entertainnt company and finally, the technology company. All other companies were already at the palm of his hands, including the governnt sector. Even the president can't do anything without his father's advice.

Marcello could be seen at the corner of the warehouse, watching how his n beat up so of the workers working in the warehouse. A huge cigar was on his lips, as he sat in the dark corner.

The screams and pleas of the workers penetrated into his ear but, he didn't even flinch. It sounded like music to his ears.

"Boss, they've arrived" one of his n reported.

Antonio Matteo, a middle aged man with black suit and a black hat, alighted from his car. With his n guarding him from the front and also behind him, he stepped into the warehouse and froze, seeing the number of guns pointed at him. His n were about to pull out their weapons, but Matteo stopped them.

Antonio glared at the n pointing their guns at him. He smirked, trying to act strong as sweat buds ford around his forehead. He hid his trembling fist in his pocket.

"Dogs... Where is your master?" He queried.

"I never thought you would co looking for yourself, Matteo" Marcello walked out from the darkness he was seated, holding the cigar between his fingers.

"That should be my line. How dare you co into my territory?" Matteo groaned angrily.

"I don't have ti to waste here. I have my babe waiting for at ho, so I'll end this in five minutes" Marcello ignored his question, staring at his wrist watch.

Imdiately, the sll of petroleum had penetrated into their nose. It wasn't just coming from this warehouse, but from the other warehouse closeby.

"What do you think your doing, Marcello? I'll never hand over my company to you! It's mine and not yours! Learn to give up!" Matteo yelled.

"It's not like you have your option. It's either you hand over the company or you watch it burn to the ground. All of your hard work will be in vain" he stretched his hands, like he didn't care about what happens either way.

"I won't let you do what you want, you devil!" Antonio yelled and suddenly brought out his gun. But before he could fully bring it out, the n in front and behind him fell after bullets penetrated their bodies. Antonio froze and watched Marcello take a long draw from his cigar and threw it to the back. Flas engulfed everything behind. It quickly spread to other warehouse. Antonio's knees grew weak as he fell on the floor.

"No, no... You can't do this. I'll make you pay for this, I swear!" He yelled.

Marcello took a gun from one of his n and pointed it to Antonio's forehead. He slid the gun towards his mouth and shoved it into his mouth.

"Too bad. Old n aren't my type, I would have given you a last chance. You have an older son, don't you? He'll take up your position and maybe, do it much better than you"

He muffled a scream as he shook his head. Marcello pulled the trigger and Antonio's head shattered into pieces. A loud thud resounded as his body fell on the floor.

He took off his gloves and threw it into the fire that was starting to spread more behind.

"Put out the fire and get rid of the bodies. Let his son know about what just happen. If his response is the sa as his father, kill him. If not, let him sign the contract"Marcello ordered, lighting another cigar.

"Yes boss" they bowed.

Slowly, he walked out and head to the car. He entered and watched his n putting out the fire.

Few hours later, he drove back to his manor. He was welcod by his wife-to-be who was waiting at the door. Lady Nadia, who was dressed in a light night dress and a scarf around her body, glared at him.

"My fiancé is here to welco . How romantic" he stretched his hands, as if he was expecting a hug, but Nadia neglected him.

"Where is my guard?" She questioned. He lowered his hands in disappointnt and diverted his gaze elsewhere. The butler walked towards him, bowed slightly and helped take off his jacket.

"Your guard? Ah! You must be talking about Eddy" Marcello snapped his fingers.

Nadia furrowed his eyebrows, looking confused.

"Eddy? I don't care what you call him, hand over my guard to " she said.

Marcello suddenly grabbed her cheek, squeezing it tight. His fingers pushed through her skin, causing so redness on her body. Nadia started to tremble, rembering how she almost died in his hands last night.

"I should let you know. He's already mine. So never refer to him as 'my' guard. If you do, you might get sent back to Russia without a head" he warned, in a cold voice as his devilish eyes that were filled with warning.

"Y...yes!" Nadia stuttered as she vigorously nodded her head.