The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 70: I Didn’t Kill The Rossis!

Eduardo was only going to conclude that Marcello was the one who murdered the Rossis, just to get his slave papers. He doesn’t feel guilty about that. He doesn’t care much about them anyway, since he wasn’t the real Eduardo. He wasn’t the one they bullied or treated harshly.

If the real Eduardo was alive, of course, he would be happy to hear that the Rossis were dead. However, the only person he wished to survive that fire was Nadia.

Eduardo threw his legs off the bed and slipped them into his slippers. He walked out of the room and started to bang on Marcello’s door.

It took him a few seconds to realise that he wasn’t at ho.

"Fuck!" He cursed and rushed downstairs. He felt the guards glare on his body, but, he ignored them.

He wanted to be sure of Marcello’s reasons for killing the Rossis. Did he take revenge on his behalf, or did he do it just because of the slave papers?

"Mario!" Eduardo called his na. Mario paused and saw Eduardo running towards him in his SpongeBob nightwear. He folded his lips into a thin line, holding back his laugh.

’He is so cute!’ He thought.

"Do you need anything, Eddy?" Mario smiled, adjusting his glasses.

"Is Marcello back?" He asked.

Mario diverted his gaze elsewhere. He was aware that Marcello wasn’t at ho. He thought if Eduardo was bored, he would call for him to spend more ti with him, but still, Eduardo was asking about him.

"The young master isn’t back yet. If you need anything, I can help" Mario took a step closer.

"Oh, that’s good. Where is the car key?" Eduardo’s eyes widened.

"Oh, it’s in my pocket..." Mario replied. Before he blinked twice, Eduardo got close to him. Mario’s eyes widened, thinking it was a kiss. His heart was already beating fast in his chest. He even closed his eyes, waiting for Eduardo’s lips to touch his.

Instead, he felt Eduardo’s hand in his pocket. He reached for the car key and grabbed it.

"The black car, right?" He asked.

"Huh?" Mario shot his eyes wide open. He thought there would be a kiss. "Ah! Yes, it’s the black car. But, where are you heading to?"

"The club. I have to see Marcello" he replied and walked away.

"Oh, of course, Marcello" Mario grabbed his other hand, watching Eduardo leave the house.

’Hold on, is he going to wear that?’

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Eduardo found the car and drove straight to the club. He knew the location of the club since he had been there several tis when he was Carlo. Marcello owned the club anyway.

Eduardo arrived at the club after a long drive. It was oddly quiet. The outside was supposed to be bustling with girls and boys looking for a sex client for the night. The bouncers were supposed to be guarding the door and searching everyone to make sure no one entered with any secret weapon.

But, it was quiet. There wasn’t a single soul on the street.

Eduardo pulled the car over and slowly stepped out. He stepped into the club and looked around. The dancefloor was empty. The disco light was on, but the music had stopped.

Eduardo walked past the broken bottles that were on the floor and went to the second floor. The second floor was where the VIP lounge was.

However, it was still empty. But, when he was about to go to the third floor, he found a body lying on the stairs. Eduardo went to check on him and saw he was dead.

"He’s not one of Marcy’s n" he walked up the stairs and found more bodies. They were all dead and also not Marcello’s n.

"I knew it, there was a fight. Is Marcello okay?" He was curious. There were just two VVIP lounges on the third floor. One of them exclusively belonged to Marcello since he was the owner of the club, and the second one is used by anyone, as long as they can afford it.

Eduardo heard a muffled scream and could perceive the sll of burning flesh and alcohol. He arrived at the second room, which wasn’t Marcello’s private lounge. Gently, he pushed the door and saw a bunch of n standing around Marcello.

They saw Eduardo and pointed their guns at him. Eduardo raised his hand as if he had surrendered. Marcello was so busy torturing the person who was tied to a chair that he didn’t even have ti to look at Eduardo.

"Boss, soone just barged in"

"There must be no witnesses; kill him", he replied coldly.

"Yes, boss!" The person raised his gun, wanting to shoot Eduardo. Eduardo folded his hands.

"Kill ? Seriously?" He grumbled.

Marcello raised his head, hearing that voice.

"Wait!" He yelled and turned to see Eduardo wearing his SpongeBob nightwear.

"Eddy!" His cold and ruthless expression on his face disappeared when he ran towards him. Eduardo stopped him before he touched him.

"Stay away. Don’t stain with those filthy hands of yours and tell your n to put their guns down" he said.

"Yes, sweetheart", Marcello said sweetly. He turned to glare at his n and with a cold voice, he ordered. "Lower your weapon"

"Yes, boss!" They chorused and lowered their guns.

He turned back to Eduardo.

"Co with , sweetheart" Marcello gently pushed Eduardo out of the room.

"Don’t call that"

"Haha! No!"

His n were confused. They haven’t seen their boss smile like that, except for Carlo. They were present when he killed Carlo brutally and burnt down his house. Carlo was the only person that made their boss smile like that.

"Was that the boss right now?"

"He found another person. He’s so hot"

"Be quiet now"

Their captain yelled at them. They kept quiet and remained at the spot they were standing. Their captain was also confused just like his team.

’As long as the boss is happy, I guess it’s not bad’

Marcello pushed Eduardo into his private lounge and locked the door behind him.

"What are you doing here? How did you even find this place, and why would you co here wearing that?"

Eduardo only listened to the last question and stared at his clothes.

"I didn’t realise I was still wearing this" he folded his hand.

"Why are you here?"

Eduardo was silent. He doesn’t even know why he was here. He wanted to ask about the Rossis family. But, he just realised that he could have waited for him to return ho before asking that question.

He flinched when he felt Marcello’s hand on his cheek.

"Did you miss that much? You couldn’t sleep, and you ca out to look for ," He asked, grinning.

"Huh?" Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows. That was what Marcello believed.

"Just wait here for ; I need to finish off that person, and then we’ll head ho together. I won’t take long" Marcello kissed his lips and walked away.

Eduardo stood in the room, waiting for him. He rembered this room vividly. It was the room Marcello claid he drugged him as Carlo and did those things to him.

Whenever Marcello was bored, he would call a few people to have sex in front of him while he watched it like a movie. He could watch them for over two hours and not get a boner.

He was the kind of person who only gets hard for the person who catches his attention first.

Eduardo shook those thoughts off his head. He heard screams from the other room. It finally ended after a series of gunshots. Marcello wiped his hand and entered the room. His hand was already cleaned but his body was stained.

"Shall we leave?" He asked.

"Oh, yes" he replied.

Eduardo walked out of the lounge with Marcello holding onto his hands like a toddler. His grip was so tight as they walked away. Eduardo turned his head to look at the person that they were torturing but his eyes t with soone that was closing the door. He slamd the door before Eduardo could see anything.

Marcello pulled him away and they entered Eduardo’s car.

"Drive us ho," he said, loosening his tie.

"I will. But, before we leave. I’d like to ask sothing important"

"If you’re asking about the person I tortured, he used to..."

"I don’t care about your personal business, young master. Did you kill the Rossis?" He went straight to the point.

Marcello sat there as confusion washed over him.

"The Rossis? Why would you believe I killed them?" He asked.

"They died the sa period you got my slave papers" he replied.

Marcello rubbed his jaw and nodded. Well, it was true. That was what happened. However, he got the slave papers before they died.

"I didn’t kill any of the Rossis", Marcello replied calmly.

Eduardo sighed and started the car engine.

"Since you say that, I’ll believe you. Let’s go ho"

"You believe , just like that?" Marcello raised an eyebrow.

"You promised that you’ll make trust you. You aren’t going to lie to if you’re going to betray my trust, right?"

Marcello burst into laughter.

"You’re stupid, Eddy. I can’t help but fall deeper in love with you. I really didn’t kill the Rossis"

"How did you get the slave papers?" Eduardo asked, with his eyes glued on the road.

"He gave it to personally. Mr Rossi made a deal with " he said. Eduardo stole glances at Marcello. He wasn’t going to ask what the deal was about. He just kept quiet and drove silently.

"I have to get married within one month, Eddy"

"Why are you telling that?" Eduardo frowned.

"What would happen to us if I get married?" He suddenly asked.