The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 122: Eduardo’s Memories? Or Nah!

Chapter 122: Eduardo’s Memories? Or Nah!

It’s been five hours since Eduardo arrived in Russia. News about his identity has spread like wildfire. The dead son of Mr Ivanov has returned home alive. Reporters started investigating where he had been, what kind of life he had lived and every other information related to him.

A smirk appeared on Fabio’s face as he stared at his phone. He sat on the red sofa in his room, slowly rocking his legs. David was also there, with angry veins popping at the corner of his head.

Fabio turned off the screen and pressed his phone on his chin, tilting his head to meet David’s gaze.

"You don’t like Eddy, do you?" He asked.

"No" he replied bluntly.

"Haha! Too bad. You’ll have to spend a lot of time with him since you’ll be his personal guard"

"Boss..." David tried to speak, but Fabio cut him off. He threw his leg off the sofa and stretched his body.

"This is the only mission I have for you. Get close to him. Let him trust you. He doesn’t like me, which is pretty obvious"

"Why do I have to do that?" David furrowed his eyebrows. He suddenly flinched when Fabio flashed him a death glance. His lower lip trembled in fear as he walked even closer.

Fabio stretched his hand to touch David but stopped himself. He didn’t even touch his shoulder or any part of his body.

That was the kind of person David was. He hated to be touched and also hated touching people. Especially men.

Everyone knew he was as straight as a line. Fabio was rumoured to be able to turn straight men into gays, but David was an exception. While others got close to Fabio just because they wanted a relationship with him, all David wanted was to get a job that would get him enough money to rebuild his ruined family.

That’s when he found Fabio, a gay man who never wanted anything to do with other men except his dead lover. David was one fine, attractive man with fair and delicate skin, who was even mistaken for a manwhore.

A lot of men wanted him so badly, except Fabio. They were a perfect pair. David was enjoying his job with Fabio until he was asked to work for Eduardo.

He has no idea what kind of life Eduardo has lived, but he just doesn’t want to work with someone else.

Fabio walked away from David and sighed heavily again.

"Do you remember when I told you about my dead lover?" He asked.

"Yes, boss" he replied, turning his head away.

"He’s back. He’s Eduardo" he said with a wink. David shot his mouth wide open, wondering how that was possible.

"We were once step-brothers. But... Fuck it. He’s mine now" he shrugged and walked back to David. "So don’t worry. There’s no way Eduardo would lay a hand on you. Trust me" he said.

David was having a hard time believing it. He was the same person that started stripping in front of him. But he just remembered when he grabbed Eduardo’s hand. He stared at his palm.

’How could I have brought myself to touch him? Fuck!’

"I’ll do as you wish, boss. I’ll make him trust me" he said.

"Good" Fabio smiled and tapped David’s shoulder. David flinched and immediately left the room. He rushed to the nearest bathroom and puked into the sink repeatedly. He gagged, pressing his throat till everything in his stomach was out. He rinsed his mouth and wiped his hand.

"That fucker still touched me" he clicked his tongue and turned off the tap.

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It was time for dinner. Everyone must be present, including Eduardo. David knocked on the door of his room to inform him about it. The door was locked from the inside, so he was unable to open it.

"Young master, are you asleep?" He knocked for the fourth time.

The door opened, and a dressed-up Eduardo stepped out.

"I was wearing a shirt. Since someone didn’t want to see me naked" he rolled his eyes and sneakily walked away from David.

David’s gaze followed him.

’It’s better he keeps his fucking distance. A spoilt brat like him doesn’t know anything other than to spend the money anyway’

He complained in his mind and followed Eduardo behind.

Eduardo found his way downstairs and headed towards the dining room. Just while he was about to open the door, he heard a voice from behind. It was Viola.

"You knew where to find the dining room. Are your memories returning, Eddy?"

He froze when he heard that. It was his first time in the Ivanov mansion, but he effortlessly found his way to the dining room. He touched his head, looking around the house.

’How is this possible? How could I find this place so easily? Is it because it’s in the real Eduardo’s memory! But I was never able to see his past memories; why? Could the real owner of this body be... alive?’

Viola placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Are you trying to remember anything? Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll come slowly," Viola assured him and stepped into the dining room.

Eduardo walked in too. His father and Fabio were present. He saw that familiar smile on Fabio’s face and turned his face away with disgust. David noticed it and furrowed his eyebrows.

’What is going on between these two? Aren’t they supposed to be lovers?’

He wondered.

"Father, why is this man eating with us?" Viola asked. She always wanted to pick a fight with Fabio, after realising that he wasn’t her brother.

"Viola, even if Fabio isn’t my son. He has spent his whole childhood with me, here in this mansion. I’ll be the one responsible for him till he returns to his mother" her father explained.

Viola clenched her fist tight. She doesn’t have a problem with him staying around. She just hated the fact that he had to be around Eduardo.

The maids entered with different varieties of meals. The table was filled up.

"Son, I didn’t know what you like, so I made a lot," he said.

"I’m not... picky," he said and picked a fork.

"That’s a good thing. Your health is more important. I’m glad you have no allergies" Antonio smiled and they started to eat. Fabio still couldn’t take his eyes off Eduardo, but Eduardo didn’t spare him a single glance.

"I heard you spent your childhood in the Rossi’s mansion as a slave. You grew up with their daughter"

"That’s true" he replied.

"The Rossis have been dealt with by... No, you don’t need to bother yourself with that. However, if you wish, you could take their daughter as your wife"

Viola coughed into her glass of water.

"Father! Isn’t it too early?"

"Oh, is it?" Antonio scratched his head, nervously.

"Besides, I can’t let him get married to a mere lady. His wife is going to be the lady of the house. We don’t want some weakling that cries like a baby and warms his bed" Viola folded her hands.

"You want to be in charge of finding a wife for your brother?" Antonio asked and she nodded, with a proud look on her face.

Eduardo remained calm where he was seated. It was as if he didn’t have any say in the matter.

"I..." He spoke, and they all kept quiet to listen to what he had to say. "I’m not interested in getting married now"

The dining table was silent till Antonio cleared his throat.

"I guess we should let him decide for himself," he said, and they all agreed.

Eduardo secretly heaved a breath of relief. He thought it was all over till his father spoke again.

"The Diabolos..."

Eduardo heard that name and froze. He waited to hear the words that followed.

"How should we deal with them? I heard they treated you badly over there. They even locked you up. Should we demand a huge compensation or... Start a war against Italy?"

"Father..." Eduardo cleared his throat. Those two were definitely not what he wanted. He doesn’t want anything to do with them, not even in his next life. "They mistook me for a slave. It’s not their fault"

"Are you sure? Especially their son, I heard he always tried to flirt with you and also used you as a cum bucket"

"Please, let’s just... eat. I have nothing to do with them anymore" he lowered his head as his face flushed red with embarrassment.

David looked at him. He was mistaken. He thought Eduardo had grown up to be a spoilt brat, but his childhood was totally ruined. He had been a slave ever since he left the house till he returned a few hours ago.

’Maybe he’s not that bad’

He grumbled.

The dinner continued. Antonio had given an order to Fabio to draw up a schedule for Eduardo. He has a lot of things to do, to prepare him to become the heir.

"Everything must be done within one month. On the first day of November, that’ll be your ceremony, Eddy" his father said.

"Isn’t that too early?" He asked.

"Nothing is too early. I want to hand everything over to you and go for a year’s vacation. Hopefully, I could find a mother for you and Vivi"

"No, thank you!" Viola spoke with a blunt expression.

"Anyway, we have to be careful. There could be spies from other families trying to get rid of you, Eddy. Do you understand what I--"

Just before Antonio could complete his words, Eduardo coughed into his hand. Blood spilled from his mouth into his palm.

Viola sprung up from her seat.

"He.... he’s been poisoned"

As Eduardo slowly lost consciousness, he slipped from the chair and David caught him before he fell on the floor.

Fabio shot his eyes wide open. Not just because Eduardo was poisoned, but because David, who refused to touch any man, laid a hand on Eduardo.

’Ah! This better not be what I’m thinking’