The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 72: The Visit!

Eduardo was going to see the old man Diabolo. That was what he used to call him in his past life when he was Carlo.

Though, Marcello never wanted his father to et Carlo. However, they t at events and parties. That’s how they got closer. Closer in the sense that, he wanted to keep an eye on Carlo. Carlo was seen as a distraction to Marcello.

Of course, it was obvious. That was why Marcello wanted to keep him away from his father.

There were a few tis his father warned Carlo to stay away from his son.

Eduardo slipped his fingers into his hair. He stood firm in front of the mirror. His tight black shirt and pants, with his pair of sunglasses, made him look different.

’With this, he’ll see as a bodyguard and not Marcello’s lover, right? Except that brat does sothing in front of his father. Tsk!’

Eduardo adjusted his leather suspender that was pinned against his body.

He exhaled deeply and stepped out of the room. He proudly walked down the stairs to wait for Marcello. He would have gone to his room to wait for him, but he was sure Marcello wouldn’t want to take his hands off him.

The guards around shot their mouths wide open when they saw Eduardo. He looked really different and even hotter.

"Is that Eduardo?"

"How did he transform within one night?"

"He’s the sa. He just got hotter, thanks to his attire"

"Wow! He’s the type of person that turn heads. All kinds of heads"

Eduardo’s ears flushed red as he heard all kinds of comnts. He was feeling uncomfortable, but he chose to ignore what they were saying about him.

He checked his wristwatch and saw it was almost 9pm.

’Is he late?’

He wondered.

Just as he raised his head, he saw Marcello. He had his usual suit and a huge chain around his neck. Nikolai was also following him behind with his colourful shirt.

Marcello froze when he saw Eduardo in that shirt. His chest was bulging through it, and he wanted to touch him. Nikolai shoved his brother aside and rushed towards Eduardo.

"Is it or you’re looking hot today, Eddy?" He poked Eduardo’s chest. Eduardo grabbed his finger and leaned forward.

"Are you flirting with , young master?"

"Yes," Nikolai replied shalessly.

"Too bad it won’t work on ", Eduardo smiled. Nikolai fell silent. It was rare to see Eduardo’s smile. The smile that’s able to make anyone fall in love with him after seeing it once.

Nikolai’s eyes were fixed on him. He couldn’t move till his cousin pulled him away.

"Stop bothering my Eddy. Get into the car or we’re leaving without you" he pushed Nikolai to the car behind. He pinned Eduardo to the car.

"Was this your plan? To seduce everyone?" He asked, stretching his head to touch Eduardo’s forehead with his.

"What are you talking about young master? And please refrain from being clingy. We’re in public"

"It doesn’t matter. I can do whatever I want, anywhere and anyti" he shrugged.

Eduardo shook his head. He opened the door and stretched his hand to the car.

"Shall we leave already?"

"Yes, babe," he said, grinning at Eduardo. Eduardo felt a shiver down her spine. He slamd the door close and sat in the front seat, close to the driver.

"Eddy?"

"Yes, young master?" He responded.

"Co to the back" he ordered.

"But..."

"It’s an order. Don’t make repeat myself, babe" he said, wearing a fake grin.

Eduardo unfastened his seatbelt and moved to the back seat. He sat a little distanced from Marcello, but Marcello moved closer to Eduardo.

"Let’s move!" He ordered the driver and they all left the mansion.

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It was going to be a two-hour drive to the Diabolo estate since there were other cars behind, following Marcello. He needed to be protected by his n, of course. After the information he got at the club yesterday. He clenched his fist and shook the thought off his head. He looked at Eduardo who was focused on his new phone.

"It’s surprising to see a slave who knows how to use a smartphone. Did you use one before?" He asked.

"No, I never used one before", Eduardo replied coldly. He can’t reveal that he has a past life where he knew how to use one.

"Hmm. Maybe you’re just lucky. You’re also smart, have great fashion sense and you’re good with business. Should I just make you my assistant?"

"You have Mario. I wouldn’t want to work for you as your assistant," Eduardo replied with an indifferent look.

He woke up to see more ssages on his new social dia account. There were tons of them, including new ones from Nikolai.

There was even a new post on Nikolai’s profile. Eduardo shot his eyes wide open when he found himself with Nikolai. It was what happened outside the manor just a few minutes ago.

’How did he even get soone to take a picture of us? That bastard!’ he frowned.

Soone snatched his phone from him. He regained focus and looked at Marcello, waving his phone at him.

"I’ll be seizing this in the anti. I’ll hand it over to you later. Your attention should be on , not your phone" he said.

"You can have it then," Eduardo said.

"Hey! You’ve been acting coldly to ever since this morning. Is there anything wrong?"

"No"

"We fucked last night and you’re acting like you want nothing to do with anymore" he poked his chest.

The driver heard that and his face flushed red as his jaw dropped. He wished he hadn’t heard that.

"Didn’t I do it properly? Do you want to fuck now?"

Eduardo moved further away from Marcello. He wasn’t acting coldly to Marcello. He just doesn’t want to be close to him till they reach the Diabolo estate. If his father finds out that they are really close, he might try to do sothing to him.

He might see him as a distraction, just like what he saw when he was Carlo.

"I’m nervous. That’s all"

"What? It’s not like introducing you to my father as my future wife" Marcello burst into laughter. Eduardo frowned deeply. That was the reason he didn’t want to tell him anything. He sighed deeply and continued to listen to Marcello’s rant throughout the whole ride.

They finally reached the mansion and Eduardo exited imdiately.

"Hey, Eddy! We got here quicker!" Nikolai yelled as he waved.

Eduardo felt relieved hearing Nikolai’s voice. He has never been that happy to see him also.

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The butler, who was similar to Viktor, stepped out. Eduardo rembered his face. He followed the old man Diabolo everywhere, like a personal guard.

"Welco, young master" the butler greeted.

"Where is my father?" He asked.

"I’ll lead you to him. This way, young master" the butler said and diverted his gaze to Eduardo. He looked away quickly, walking away. Marcello gently smacked Eduardo’s shoulder.

"Always stand behind ", he replied, and they all went to see the old man Diabolo. Eduardo found the surroundings so familiar. He has been here just a few tis when Marcello’s father invited him over, just to warn him to stay away from his son. Eduardo shook his head, hoping nothing like that happen again.

He can’t tell how much the old man knows about him. But, news about his relationship with Marcello should reach his ears, especially when he has this kind of butler.

"Hey, Eddy. Do you want to see my room later? You’ll love the bed. It’s soft and bouncy"

"No" Eduardo answered Nikolai with an indifferent face. The butler stopped in front of a huge double glass door.

"So, he has a lot of ti to practice his hobby, huh?" Marcello rolled his eyes.

"The master is just worried because you haven’t brought a woman to marry yet. He’s afraid you’re more focused on sothing else that could be a distraction", the butler said and pushed the doors open, not even waiting for Marcello’s response.

"Go in, young masters," he said with a slight bow.

Marcello stepped in, followed by Nikolai. Eduardo didn’t want to make a move to go in since he heard what the butler said. He purposely ntioned the word ’young masters’, secretly telling him to stay away.

Marcello didn’t feel Eduardo’s presence behind him. He turned around and saw the butler, trying to close the door.

"Where is Eddy?"

"Who are you talking about, young master?" He asked, pretending not to know.

"Don’t fuck with ! Open the door now!" He yelled.

The butler stubbornly stood still, until he heard the old man’s voice.

"Go on, open the door, Philip. Let’s see the man that stole my son’s heart" he said, holding a compound bow.

Marcello glared at his father. He was doing it again. He does it whenever he is about to threaten anyone.

Philip obeyed the order and opened the door. He saw Eduardo, leaning on the wall, with his head bowed as if he were sleeping. He heard the door opening and saw the hatred in Philip’s eyes.

"You may enter. However, don’t taint anything with your slave blood" he said.

"I’ll try not to" Eduardo smirked as he walked past Philip. He entered the fake garden and his eyes fell on the old man who was with a compound bow.

"You must be Eduardo Rizo. The slave that stole my son’s heart. I’ve been waiting a long ti to see you" The old man said, stretching his hand towards Eduardo. Eduardo stared at his stretched hand and the familiar environnt.

’Ah! He’s going to do it again, isn’t he?’