The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 104: Let’s Talk About The Plan!

Chapter 104: Let’s Talk About The Plan!

Two days before the ceremony, the guards in the house had been waiting for Eduardo to show up and assist them with the task, but there was no sign of him. He didn’t appear in the morning or in the afternoon. Everyone kept mumbling, wondering if he got hurt or if something worse had happened to him.

"Did we overwork him yesterday that he won’t show up today?"

"I didn’t give him that much task. He only helped me with thirty boxes"

"Isn’t that much?"

"Erm..."

"Someone should check on him," one of them said. The guards from the Diabolos’ mansion, diverted their gaze, not even trying to move an inch. After a moment of silence, one of the guards who came with Maria raised his hand, deciding to go.

"I’ll go. Just tell me where his room is located," he asked.

"Erm..."

"Well..."

They grumbled, still not talking.

"He’s currently in the young master’s room", he said.

"Oh... Okay," he said, heading upstairs. The guards watched him as he headed straight to look for Eduardo.

"Should we have warned him?"

"Seems like he doesn’t know how Eddy is related to the young master"

"I hope he doesn’t get killed"

The innocent guard arrived in front of Marcello’s room and slowly knocked on the door. He waited for about a few seconds before it creaked open. Eduardo walked off it, wearing nothing but long pants. The guard’s cheek flushed red, as he examined his body. He had a scar on his shoulder and waist. Even with his messy hair, Eduardo was still sparkling.

"Oh, it’s you" Eduardo snapped his finger. There’s no way he forgot the man that made him carry thirty boxes.

"Ah... It’s me" he innocently scratched the back of his head as he stretched his hand and poked Eduardo’s hard chest. He looked at his red nipples and swallowed the emptiness in his mouth.

Eduardo still doesn’t know what he is doing here.

"You need something?" He asked.

"Oh, yes. We were waiting for you... It’s afternoon already and... We need extra hands. The party decorators will be arriving today" he said.

"I see", Eduardo replied, rubbing his chin" he was thinking of a way to reject him since Marcello had warned him not to go out. He felt another poke on the chest; this time, it was hard.

He snapped out of his thoughts and stared at the man.

"You do a lot of workout. That’s why you’re so strong" he said, still not taking his hand away.

"Ah, yes I do," he said. Well, Eduardo did a lot of workouts, but not Carlo. Even after he entered this body, he was still looking muscular and strong.

’Maybe I should start lifting weights. I couldn’t do it in my past life because I almost died when I tried it. With this body, I guess I can lift heavy ones’

He thought to himself.

"So, we are expecting you, Eddy" the man smiled at Eduardo. Eduardo was so distracted that he hadn’t thought of a way to say no to him.

Just while someone appeared behind Eduardo, the man shrieked and moved away from Eduardo. He fell on the floor, leaning on the wall on the opposite side of the room, as his eye fell on Marcello’s looming figure, standing behind Eduardo.

Eduardo turned to look at Marcello and immediately, the death glare turned into a smile.

"I was wondering why you weren’t returning to the room; someone came to find you", he said.

"..." Eduardo said nothing. Of course, he was still mad at Marcello because of what happened between them yesterday. The order, the warning and everything. He didn’t even sleep on the same bed with him last night.

"I’m sorry, young master. We needed an extra hand, so I wanted to ask for his help" he said.

"Ah... I see" Marcello took a dramatic pause and ran his fingers through his hair. He got closer to him till Eduardo felt his hardness poking him at the side of his body. He wrapped his hand around Eduardo, leaning his head on his shoulder. He hand-pinched his red nipples, and the man flinched, hearing a soft moan from Eduardo.

"You touched his body with those hands of yours. I should chop them off. Seems that you’re interested in my Eddy" Marcello said.

Eduardo stood there, with a poker face. He didn’t want to show any reaction, but Marcello kept touching him, rubbing his hardness on his butt.

"No way, young master. I’m straight. I love women, not dicks" he said.

"Not dicks?", Eduardo hummed and slipped him into Eduardo’s pants. Eduardo turned to glare at him and Marcello whispered into his ear.

"Fucking stand still, Eddy"

Eduardo grabbed the lintel and let out another moan. The man that was still on the floor shot his mouth and eyes wide open as Marcello grabbed Eduardo’s dick. Through the pants, he could see how huge it was. Eduardo’s moan slipped into his ear, making him not take his eyes off him.

His lewd face and the way he gritted his teeth as Marcello fapped his dick, he felt a throbbing down there.

"See Eddy, you’re so attractive that this filth got hard while watching you" Marcello laughed and slipped his hand out of his pants.

He brushed past Eduardo and walked towards the man on the floor. He raised his leg and pressed the spot between his legs. He was so hard. He groaned in pain, trying to touch Marcello’s feet.

"Eduardo won’t be leaving from here till after the party. So, do yourself a favour and get lost from here. If I find you anywhere close to him, I’ll cut that thing off your body"

"Y.. yes sir!" He cried and ran away.

Marcello clapped his hands and looked back at Eduardo, whose face was red with embarrassment.

"How..."

"Are you upset now babe? I’ll make it up to you... Since we’ve started, let’s end it together" he grinned.

"Don’t lay a single finger on me" Eduardo gritted his teeth and entered the room. Marcello followed, locking the door behind.

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Meanwhile, in the other room, close to Marcellos’, someone stood by the door watching everything that had just happened. He slowly closed the door and stared at Maria, who was seated on the couch, sipping from a glass of wine.

He sat opposite her, speechless.

"Do you finally see why I want him gone? I would have killed him if I wanted. I have one thousand and one ways to do that, However... I couldn’t. He’s always hanging around my husband"

He scratched his red hair, still speechless.

"He’s different," he said.

"What are you talking about?" Maria asked.

"Well, it’s obvious since he left for Italy. It’s like he changed into a different person. He was the kind of person that hung around my sister all day. He would never abandon her or let her be by herself for one hour, but after he got stabbed by a poisoned dagger, he changed overnight," he said.

Maria waved her glass and placed it on the table between them. She doesn’t care about Eduardo. All she wanted was for him to leave Marcello.

"You see, I didn’t call you here to talk about his past. I need you to find a way to get him out of my husband’s life"

"I see. I have a plan, so don’t worry. I never thought the mafia prince of Italy would fall for someone like him" he clicked his tongue.

Maria stood up from the couch and fetched a clean glass from the little cellar in her room. She poured some wine into it and handed it over to Luca. He took it and sipped from it.

A hmm escaped from his lips as he was pleased with its taste.

"So, what’s the plan?" He asked.

"Since the party is going to be grand, I’ll have to think of a better plan. Something that your dear husband won’t see coming"

"Are you sure about that? How exactly are you related to him?"

"You don’t need to know that. It wasn’t part of our deal for you to know who Eduardo really is. But don’t worry, you’ll find out soon" he smiled, sipping from his glass again.

Maria nodded her head, staring at Luca.

’Secret identity? I wonder who that slave really is’

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Meanwhile, Viola appeared at the airport in Italy. Due to her popularity in America as a successful businesswoman and also how beautiful she was, the airport was crowded. People took pictures of her. The flashing lights and clicking sounds from the camera penetrated into her ear, making her uncomfortable, but... She just smiled and waved at them.

She saw her assistant, who came from America a few days earlier, standing outside the airport. She rushed into the car and drove off immediately.

"Argh! It’s my third time in Italy, and I hate it here," she grumbled. Her assistant handed her a bottle of water.

"You aren’t here for business, are you?" Her assistant, Lenny asked. She had long brown hair, tied into two ponytails with a huge pair of glasses on her face.

"Well, I’m here to find my brother"

"Your brother? Your step one or the... dead one?" She asked, uncertain of the response she was going to get.

"The dead one turned out to be alive, Lenny. And there’s no way I’ll ever try to look for my stepbrother," she snapped.

"I won’t pry into your family matter, miss. However, since your arrival into the country has circulated, you got an invitation to a party from the Diabolos company. Apparently, their son is becoming the head of the family, a mafia"

"Reject it. I have to find my brother, not attend some weird party about mafia thing" she said.

"Yes, miss" Lenny responded.