The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 140: Why Is My Nephew Here?

Chapter 140: Why Is My Nephew Here?

Fabio clenched his jaw hard, realising Eduardo’s last stop was a gay bar. "We’re going now."

David didn’t argue. They grabbed their coats, and within minutes, they were speeding toward Cockpit, the neon glow of the city blurring past them. Fabio’s fingers drummed against his thigh, he was irritated.

’Why would he go to a gay bar? If he wanted someone, he could just summon me to his room. Fuck!’

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Eduardo, on the other hand already alighted from his car, heading towards the entrance of the club. He raised his eyebrow, seeing men groping each other in front of the club. He hesitated for a second, wondering if he was at the wrong bar, but the name he found on the internet was clearly and boldly written above the building.

"Hi," a beautiful guy walked towards him. He was wearing a crop top and a short, exposing his round and portable ass. His face was filled with make-up, and his lips were plump and red.

Eduardo swallowed the emptiness in his mouth before responding to him.

"Hi"

"Welcome to the Cockpit bar," he said, moving closer to him. Eduardo nodded and took a step away from him.

"I’ll walk you in," he said and started walking in front of him. Eduardo had no choice but to follow him. It was obvious that he worked in the bar. His job is to bring guests.

"Welcome to our bar. It was founded five years ago. Cool, right? Trust me, you’ll love it once you enter. Also, can you turn off your phone? No videos allowed. We have a few important guests, like politicians and celebrities. We wouldn’t want to blow their cover" he smirked, placing his finger on his lips. He even had his nails done.

Eduardo turned off his phone before he was allowed in.

"Don’t you want to take off your cap? Are you hiding your handsome face?"

"I’d rather leave it on" he responded.

"Your voice is so cool. I wonder how hot you’d be" he winked and rubbed his hand on Eduardo’s chest.

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Inside the bar...

The lights were dim, a heavy bass thumping through the floor.

He finally led Eduardo to an empty stool, close to the bartender.

"Make sure to have a lot of fun!" He blew a kiss and went outside. The bartender was also hot. He had a huge chest with tattoos. He wore a rabbit hair band on his hair and finally... He had a bow tie on his neck. At least, he wore gloves and pants.

"What would you like to drink? Hottie?" He asked, in a deep voice.

"Uhm... Give me your most expensive cocktail"

"Can you handle it?" He asked.

"I have the money" Eduardo took out his card. The bartender gave a soft laugh and pulled his head closer, pinning his forehead on the visor of Eduardo’s cap.

Eduardo moved away from him, adjusting his cap.

"I know you have the money, hottie. I just hope you can handle your alcohol. This one is very strong" he winked and started making the drink in front of Eduardo.

He remembered the last time he drank. It was also his first time drinking alcohol in this body. He already knew the real Eduardo could handle his alcohol, but he wondered why it was different the last time.

’This time, I’ll have as many as I can’

That’s what he wanted.

About an hour later...

Eduardo leaned against the stranger’s body, his vision hazy from the cocktails he downed too quickly. The scent of expensive cologne filled his senses, and in his drunken state, he was convinced that the dark-haired person he was leaning on was Marcello.

"Marcy, did you come to see me?" He asked.

The stranger, who was confused. He had allowed Eduardo to lean on his shoulder because he thought he could spend the night with Eduardo.

His fingers curled into the stranger’s dark hair as he crushed their lips together. The man didn’t resist. In fact, he pulled Eduardo closer, deepening the kiss with confidence.

Something was off.

The texture of his hair. The way his lips moved.

They sprung up from the stool and walked towards one of the corners towards the bathroom. The way he held Eduardo’s waist with firm, possessive hands.

’This isn’t Marcello’

His mind screamed at him to stop, but before he could push away, an arm yanked him back.

"Enough"

Eduardo barely had time to register Fabio’s furious expression before he was pulled away from the man. The tipsiness vanished from his head immediately after he saw Fabio.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Eduardo started, only to be cut off by David slamming a protective arm in front of him.

The man he had just been kissing licked his lips, watching the scene with interest. His dark eyes flicked to Fabio. "Jealous, darling?" he teased.

Fabio didn’t spare him a glance. "He’s leaving."

Eduardo, still reeling from the alcohol, tried to protest, but Fabio simply pulled him roughly by his arm.

"David, pay the damn bill," Fabio ordered, marching toward the exit with Eduardo. The cap fell off Eduardo’s hair revealing his blonde hair. The stranger saw it and grinned, as he rubbed his hand over his lips. He bent to pick up the cap that fell in front of him. It was obviously an expensive cap.

"That was fun! I’m sure we’ll meet again"

"Already on it," David sighed, throwing a few large bills onto the bar counter before following. The bartender, who was half naked, grabbed the cash and waved his hands.

"Make sure to come back, hottie!" He shouted.

As they shoved past the crowd, Eduardo shoved Fabio away. "Quit touching me, you fucking stalker!"

Fabio tightened his grip. "I’ll let go of you when we’re in the car, away from the place where your identity could be exposed"

Eduardo let out an irritated groan but didn’t struggle further. His body was too warm, his mind spinning too much to fight back properly.

David opened the car door, and Fabio dumped Eduardo inside unceremoniously. Eduardo grunted, rubbing his head as he sat up.

"I need more cocktails" he frowned.

Fabio slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Just how many glasses did you drink?"

Eduardo leaned back with a smirk.

"Three? Four? I lost count after the sixth glass"

"You... Argh! I want to hit you so badly" Fabio snapped, turning to glare at him. "You got drunk in a bar full of strangers. You kissed some random guy. Do you even know who he was?"

Eduardo blinked. The answer was obvious- no, he didn’t.

David cleared his throat from the passenger seat.

"He could be dangerous. He could have taken you away from there and probably rape you till midnight"

Eduardo scoffed.

"Dangerous? He was just a guy in a bar"

Fabio’s jaw tensed.

"A gay bar. A fucking gay bar! You walked into a den filled with horny men!"

Eduardo’s stomach dropped slightly, but he masked it with a lazy smile.

"It’s not that bad though"

Then he suddenly remembered what Fabio just said.

"Did you say gay bar? That was a gay bar? No wonder I didn’t find any lady in there. Isn’t that illegal?"

"As long as they don’t get caught... They’ll be fine. The bar could even be owned by a cop" David shrugged.

"Well, too bad. He was a good kisser" Eduardo smiled, tilting his head to rest a little.

Fabio exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel like he was about to rip it off.

David, sensing the rising tension, leaned forward.

"Let’s just get home. Before anyone else notices the young master was out of the manor"

Fabio didn’t say another word. He started the car, peeling away from the bar and disappearing into the night.

Eduardo rested his head against the window, still feeling the ghost of the stranger’s lips against his own.

Something told him... this wasn’t the last time he’d see that man.

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Meanwhile, when it got darker. The stranger, who had already claimed Eduardo’s cap as his own walked towards the car parked across the bar.

The bartender was done with his shift. They checked the car out and saw the special plate number and he nodded.

"I was right. I knew I could notice that blonde hair anywhere"

"You know who the stranger was?" He asked.

The bartender smirked and showed him a video. It was the video of Eduardo beating up Leon. The stranger raised an eyebrow, staring at it. He smirked and trailed his finger over it.

"Oho! It’s him"

"Do you know who he is?" The bartender asked.

"Of course, I do. He’s my nephew and the obstruction I wanted to get rid of. I guess there’s no need for that, seeing that he’s the Ivanov heir. But the question is... What is my nephew doing here? At a gay bar?" He tossed the phone back to the bartender and folded his hands.

"Do you mean, this famous handsome guy is your nephew? Can you introduce him to me?"

He was silent, still thinking.

"Chrishan?" He called.

Chrishan took off the cap from his head, sliding his fingers through his hair.

"I guess I’ll have to meet him in person at his ceremony. I wonder if he’ll recognise me. Oh, this is about to get interesting" his grin grew wider.