The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 151: About Fabio!

Chapter 151: About Fabio!

Back to the mansion a few distances from the airport, where Marcello and the others were staying. They had arrived quite early. The ride to the mansion was very silent.

There was definitely something bothering Marcello. He left for about fifteen minutes. Within that period of absence, she was sure something happened.

But she couldn’t bring herself to ask him. He kept looking out the window. She tightened her grip on her pants.

’I hope nothing bad happened. It better not affect my growing relationship with Marcello!’

She thought to herself.

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Marcello stood before the mirror, his fingers running through his damp hair. After two hours of carefully removing his disguise, peeling off the prosthetic scars, washing away the makeup, and styling his hair back to its usual sleekness, he finally felt like himself again. The fake identity had served its purpose, but now he could breathe freely in his own skin.

Thanks to that, he got to see Eduardo. But this meeting with him wasn’t what he wanted. Thanks to the short meeting, he figured out there were lots of things happening in the Ivanov mansion and even Eduardo himself wasn’t aware of that.

’Maybe he fully trusts his family; that’s why he couldn’t suspect them of anything. Or maybe, that bastard is just acting alone! Fuck!’

He was pissed off that he couldn’t do anything to help Eduardo. He could just sit at the back and watch everything happen. He would have kidnapped Eduardo, but the Eduardo he knew then was definitely different from the one he met today.

Marcello’s cheek flushed red as he imagined the white suit he was wearing. It fitted him perfectly, showing off his slender waist. The waist Marcello once grabbed. Eduardo’s long fingers grabbed the stem of the glass he was holding. He imagined those fingers forcing their way into his mouth.

’Am I stupid? How can I be thinking about that now when Eddy is in danger?!’

He snapped out of his lewd thoughts, unable to hide the blush on his cheek. However, he was happy that he finally got to meet Eduardo after what seemed to have been a long time.

The mansion was quiet since the others had retreated to their rooms to rest, exhausted from today’s event. Mario was probably doing the task that was handed to him, to find every information there was to find about Fabio. He was no longer a part of the Ivanov family. No, he was never a part of the family. He was a fake that was brought in by the former master’s mistress.

Since he was trusted so much by Mr Ivanov, he was given a job in the mansion. There’s no way anyone could suspect him.

That’s the rumour that was spreading at the party and the only information Marcello was able to grasp.

While others were dozing off in their room, Marcello couldn’t shut his eyes. He still couldn’t stop thinking about everything.

A knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Come in" he called, grabbing a towel to wipe his face.

Nikolai stepped inside, his expression unreadable as he closed the door behind him. He was dressed in his usual colourful shirt, but there was a strange tightness in his jaw.

"I need to tell you something," Nikolai said, walking over to lean against Marcello’s desk. "About Fabio."

Marcello arched a brow, tossing the towel onto a nearby chair. "What about him?"

Nikolai exhaled slowly. "He’s dangerous. More than you think."

Marcello scoffed. "I already figured that out. He never seemed like the type of person that was soft, even when it comes to his target of obsession"

"That’s the kind of monster he is," Nikolai said, crossing his arms. "He.. he has been crazy about Eduardo even when he was claimed dead."

Marcello froze. "Huh??!"

Nikolai nodded.

"Fabio’s been obsessed with Eduardo since college, no, ever since he was young. Rumours had it that, Eduardo was his brother, who died in an accident. I thought it was just brotherly love or... something like that, till I found out recently what kind of emotions he had for Eduardo. However... at the dorm where we both shared a room, I caught him jacking off to a picture of the claimed Eduardo. He looked so young, then I figured it was a childhood picture of him. He almost killed me for finding out his weird secret"

Fake chill crept up Marcello’s spine.

"So, did he kill you?"

Nikolai’s gaze darkened. "Of course not, I’m alive and standing right in front of you!!!"

"Oh! I see" Marcello sounded a bit disappointed and Nikolai continued.

"Fabio has a history of attacking people with blonde hair. Especially if they had any resemblance to Eduardo. There were multiple incidents in college... Students getting mysteriously injured, accidents that weren’t accidents at all and deaths that seemed so intentional. Fabio was as pretty as a princess, so he had been kidnapped severally by homos, but his overprotective mother always sends men to save him and kill his attackers. He always had his mother behind him"

Marcello frowned deeply.

"And no one stopped him?"

"His father is literally the most powerful man in Russia. Since his crimes were covered by his mother, there was never evidence. The body, the crimes, everything will always be gotten rid of."

Marcello ran a hand through his hair, piecing the information together. He had suspected that Fabio was unhinged, but this... this was beyond anything he had imagined.

"So Fabio wasn’t just angry at me for getting in his way," Marcello muttered. "He saw me as someone there to steal Eduardo."

Nikolai nodded. "He would have killed you if he had caught you with Eduardo."

Marcello let out a bitter laugh.

"Great. Just what I needed... a psychopath with a personal grudge against me for being a thief"

Silence stretched between them before Marcello sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. His mind was racing, but there was something else gnawing at him.

"I need to meet him," he said suddenly.

Nikolai frowned.

"Why? Didn’t you just listen to everything I’d just said? You’re his enemy! You were under a disguise then, if he finds out that you..."

"It’s fine, Nicky. I want to see what kind of person he really is. The way everyone talks about him... I need to know just how mad of a person he is. Why he’s willing to do anything to keep Eduardo under his control and also... I’d like to see his reaction when I tell him what I’ve done with Eduardo,"

Nikolai studied him for a moment before nodding.

"I can’t figure out who is more crazy between you and that psychopath. I can arrange that. But be careful, Marcello. Fabio isn’t just some ordinary man. He could kill you and claim it was a slip of hand. He did that once to me"

"Huh? Did you die?" Marcello raised his eyebrows, excitedly.

"No!!! Quit asking me that!" Nikolai yelled.

Marcello looked away disappointed again.

Marcello smirked.

"Anyway, you shouldn’t worry about me. When am I not tangled in something dangerous? This should be fun"

Nikolai let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. "Just don’t do anything reckless. Even if you’re the most annoying relative I have, you’re the only cousin I have. I can’t afford to lose you"

"That’s extremely... disgusting of you to say" Marcello arched his eyebrows.

"Argh! Forget I said those words" Nikolai said and left the room, slamming the door shut.

As Nikolai left the room, Marcello lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His body was tired, but his mind wouldn’t rest. He reached for his phone, scrolling absently through his notifications. Then, his fingers froze.

A new message.

From Eduardo.

Marcello’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the message. He had never gotten any message from Eduardo before. Especially now that Eduardo had left him. He was still using the same account he had opened for him.

His thumb trembled as he clicked on the message.

Eduardo: You came here, didn’t you?

Marcello swallowed, his grip tightening on the phone. His disguise didn’t trick Eduardo.

He looked at Eduardo’s profile and saw he was online and... TYPING!!!

Marcello’s heart couldn’t stop beating in his chest. He thought Eduardo would never want to talk to him again, just seeing him sending a message first, his heart was jumping for joy. He sat up and exhaled deeply.

Before he could react, another message popped up.

Eduardo: We need to talk. If you don’t reply to this message in ten seconds, I’m going to block you.

His pulse pounded in his ears.

’Block? Huh? No!’

Marcello’s head was a mess. He didn’t know what to type. His fingers were still trembling from the shock of seeing a message from Eduardo.

Eduardo: 5 seconds left.

His message entered. He became even more nervous. Nothing had ever made him this nervous before...

Eduardo: So, you’re not going to say anything. Goodbye...

Marcello: jdhbf

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Eduardo, who was by the balcony, teasing Marcello through the phone saw the confusing text from Marcello. He lowered his head, holding back his laughter.

’Ah, God... He’s so cute. I guess I should keep teasing him’