The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis Chapter 76: At The Hospital! 2

Imdiately, he summoned a few of his n. Five of them gathered in his room imdiately. They were holding their weapons as if they were going for a fight.

"Get ready; we are going to get rid of a slave", He spoke without explaining anything to his n.

"Huh?" They were all confused as they exchanged glances with each other. They got summoned and the order given to them was weird. What slave? Are they allowed to kill soone here when they are not legal citizens in the country? If they get caught, it could be troubleso for them.

"Boss... But, we can’t kill anyone here in.."

"Shut up. As long as we aren’t caught, we’ll be fine. Let’s make haste!" he grabbed his suit jacket and walked out with his n. On the way to the hospital, he thought of a quick plan. A plan that’ll make it easy for them to sneak in and eliminate Eduardo imdiately without any suspicions.

"As long as Marcello isn’t there, this will be just a breeze" Bruno grinned. He took out his favourite picture of Marcello and gazed at it.

’Don’t worry Marcy, once I eliminate the threat that’s keeping away from you, we’ll be together forever’

He kissed the picture.

His n pretended not to see what their boss was doing. They were all aware of his obsession with Marcello Diabolo; that’s why they all moved to Italy from the States. He even broke his engagent with his fiancée, claiming he has found the perfect person for him. He had prepared himself and changed everything about his body. His hair, his eye colour, his dressing style and even the way he acted. He wanted to be the perfect Carlo for him.

He did all of that for Marcello, only for him to see a video of Marcello kissing a stranger at the airport.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, huge and muscular body.

’Is Eduardo his new type?’

He was curious to see that Marcello had gotten a replacent so fast. The only thing on his mind is to replace Eduardo again and make Marcello see him as Carlo.

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Eduardo had been taken out of the theatre and was taken into a VIP room. The room was huge and clean. He was laid to rest on the bed.

"Will he be fine?" Nikolai asked, trying to touch him.

"Yes, he’ll be fine. As long as you don’t touch him. We managed to stitch him nine tis. He has so internal bleeding but none of his organs were damaged. He’s very lucky. Maybe it’s due to his tough skin" the doctor said and cleared his throat.

"I see. That’s a good thing. When will he wake up?"

"Soon. He’s asleep because of the anaesthesia administered to him before the surgery. He’ll be awake very soon. I’ll send a nurse to check up on him later in the day. If there are any issues, push the green button by the bed. Please, refrain from touching him" the doctor warned again, adjusting his glasses.

"Sure, sure! I understand! I’ll keep my hands away" Nikolai rolled his eyes and stepped away from Eduardo. He looked so handso as he lay on the bed. His lashes were long and his lips... Nikolai tried not to touch his body and walked towards the couch.

He threw himself on the couch, and Alessandro entered the room. He got closer to Eduardo’s body and stared at his face.

He stood there for a few seconds till Nikolai snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Don’t look at him too much. You’ll end up falling in love" he smirked.

"Bullshit! He’s just handso, nothing special about him" he frowned and walked away.

"You don’t want to admit it, huh? Anyway, can you guard the door from the outside? Don’t let anyone in, except a nurse who’ll be sent to check on him later"

"I’d like to call Marcello and tell him about Eduardo’s condition and rest for a few minutes,", he said, yawning again.

"Once the blonde boy asks up, I’m out of here" he replied and waited outside the door.

Nikolai smirked.

’How cute’

He took out his phone and made a quick phone call to Marcello, explaining his condition.

Marcello heaved a breath of relief. He sat on the bed, with a robe wrapped around his body. It took a while to wash the blood off his body since it dried quickly.

"Stay with him. Who knows if my father will co and finish him off?"

"I’m not your slave, you know?"

"Just do it. Please" Marcello said and disconnected the call. Nikolai was dumbfounded. He stared at the caller ID to make sure it was his cousin he was talking to on the phone.

’Did that brat just beg ? Please? Did I hear him well?’

He folded his hands and looked at Eduardo, who was on the bed.

"Thanks to that blonde slave, my cousin has changed. Maybe, this change could affect the next generation of the Diabolo family. This will be interesting"

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After a few minutes, Alessandro, who was waiting outside found a man rolling a hospital trolley towards the VIP room.

Alessandro tilted his head. He rembered when Nikolai told him not to let anyone in unless it was a nurse.

’A man could be a nurse also, right?’ he thought to himself.

"I’m here for the patient," the man with a white coat and no na tag spoke. He was even wearing a nose mask to hide his face.

Alessandro knew he was suspicious. He kept looking at the man till he opened the door for him.

"Go in"

"Thank you" There was a sense of relief in his voice.

"If anything happens, I’m sure Nikolai is there to handle it" he grumbled. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling off his body that that person was strange and suspicious. He turned his head and looked through the glass space on the door. He saw the person stabbing the syringe into a small bottle he brought out of his pocket. The way he held the syringe was even weird and enough to let Alessandro know that he was a fake.

"Fuck! That’s chemical!" He grabbed the handle of the door, wanting to barge in but the door was locked from inside.

"No, no, no... Fuck! Open the door!" He banged the door hard. Nikolai was asleep on the couch. He couldn’t even hear the bang on the door.

Since it was a VIP room, the door was very strong.

The person with the mask lowered the mask from his face and turned his head to look at Alessandro through the glass space on the door.

"You! Fucker! Don’t you fucking touch that blonde slave!" He said. The man grinned and turned his head to look at Eduardo. He raised his hand and, with one swing, pierced the syringe.

"No!" Alessandro yelled.