The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 106: Should I Leave?

Chapter 106: Should I Leave?

Marcello came from nowhere and planted a kiss on his cheek, snapping him back to reality.

"Don’t go anywhere, babe. I’ll be back before you know it. Mario will bring your lunch soon. Once he’s done, send him out and lock the door," he said and left, slamming the door closed.

Eduardo leaned back on the bed, sliding his fingers into his hair.

’Is this what I get for being reborn as a slave?’

He thought to himself and went to shower. There’s no way he could get rid of the bite and redness on his skin.

He put on a white polo and long pants as he returned to the room. Mario was there, waiting for him.

"Hey, Eddy!" Mario seemed excited to see him. Eduardo forced a smile and sat on the couch.

"Hi," he mumbled. Mario was that he wasn’t looking like his normal self. It’s as if he’s broken.

Despite Marcello’s warning to hand over the lunch to Eduardo and leave the room, he walked closer to Eddy and sat on the couch.

"Are you alright, Eddy?" He asked, with a worrisome look on his face.

"I... I don’t know" he said. Mario waited, still staring at him. Eduardo shook his head, not knowing what to feel.

Marcello was never like this, even when he was Carlo.

"I don’t know what has come over him. He keeps seeing me as a person who could run away and leave him forever ever since that incident with Viktor," Eduardo explained, staring at the ceiling as he rested his back.

"I guess he doesn’t want to lose you like he did to the first one, Carlo. You heard about him before, right?" Mario asked. Eduardo averted his gaze, nodding his head.

’How can I not know about myself?’

"He just doesn’t want to lose you. I also don’t want you gone from here, Eddy. Do you know how scared I was when I heard his father stabbed you? What if it happens again at tomorrow’s party or even something worse" he asked.

Eduardo sighed deeply and chuckled.

"If that’s what he wanted, he shouldn’t have been so overprotective," he said and walked towards the tray and lifted the cover.

’Steak with mashed potatoes?’

He bit his lips and covered it.

"If you need anything at all, call me," Mario said. Eduardo shrugged.

"I lost my phone. Someone said Marcello took it from me on purpose to prevent me from knowing what’s happening outside"

"That’s... Crazy" Mario scratched his head.

"Then, I’ll check up on you whenever the young master is away," he said.

"Sure. I hope he’ll always be away" Eduardo chuckled.

Mario knew Marcello wouldn’t have much time for himself after tomorrow’s ceremony. He has to do everything by himself from now on. He would get so busy that he’d forget Eduardo for some time. Mario clenched his fist, with a huge grin on his face.

Just while he was about to speak again, the door opened and someone who they weren’t expecting stepped in.

It was her, Maria. Mario lowered his head and walked out immediately, waving at Eduardo. Eduardo smiled at him and looked back at Maria.

"Greetings, madam. Why... are you here?" He hesitated. She looked around his room. It was huge, almost a bit bigger than hers.

She should have been in this room with Marcello, not him.

"You..." She said and he froze at the spot. Not because he was scared of her. Even if anything happened to him, Marcello was away and wouldn’t be able to stop it as usual.

"I have something to ask you," she said. Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows. He never expected that. He thought she came here to say something like...

’You manwhore! You’re here to take my husband from me. I’ll kill you!’

But, she was calm and every of her movement was calculating and elegant. Of course, she’s a mafia princess, who’s also a gangster.

"Are you going to have a seat?" He asked, pointing at the couch behind him. She looked at it and smirked.

"What if it’s stained with cum and filth? I’ll just stand here. My legs won’t break if I stand for a few minutes" she smirked.

"...okay" he responded. "What do you have to ask me?"

"Tell me about yourself, before you came here. Have you been a slave all your life?" She asked.

Eduardo tried not to look puzzled by her sudden question. He tilted his head as if he was thinking about something. All he knew was that he must never mention the fact that he was Carlo.

"I don’t remember much. I lost a lot of my memories" he scratched his head.

"How?" She asked, folding her hands. There was no glimpse of empathy in her expression.

"I don’t know. I just said I lost my memory" he shrugged. She rubbed her chin, remembering what Luca said about him changing.

’Did he change because of the memory loss? Is there a chance he could have been an important person in the past?’

She looked at him from head to toe, seeing what he looked like. She could see the bite on his neck and got closer to him. Eduardo stepped back, wanting to get away from her in case he would get hit by her, but he fell on the couch, and she leaned on him, almost as if she were seated on his lap.

"Relax. Do you possibly think I’d be interested in you?" She asked and slipped her hand into his shirt, yanking it up. She saw the redness on his skin. The bite marks the bite, his swollen nipples and even his swollen lips.

She could imagine how rough Marcello would be on the bed. A grin appeared on her face, as he tried to touch his body.

"What are you doing?" He asked, glaring at him.

"Shut up and stay still" She pinned him to the couch, trailing her fingers around his hard chest. It’s so solid and firm.

"I can see why he wants you so badly. You have everything. A firm body, the charm, handsome face, and a huge dick. Even if I’m seated on you, you aren’t getting hard, but I can feel It. How disappointing" She stood up and walked towards the door.

"Ah! I came here to tell you something. It’s better you secretly pack up if you want. You’ll be leaving here tomorrow to meet your real family. You’ll hear a special knock tomorrow since you’ll be locked in here. Once you hear that knock, then, you’ll escape from here. However, if you don’t want to meet your real family but wish to remain here as a fucking slave, who am I to stop you?" She flung her hair behind her and walked away, slamming the door closed.

Eduardo stood there, as confusion washed over him.

Someone was going to take him to meet his real family. How? Why? Who was that person? Who is he? No, not him as Carlo. Who the hell is the real Eduardo?

’Should I... leave?’