The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 152: Let’s Meet Up!

Chapter 152: Let’s Meet Up!

A few minutes before Eduardo started texting Marcello, he had just finished his little meeting with his uncle, Chrishan. After he left, he returned to the party.

That was when his father was giving the closing speech. Everyone raised their last glass and cheered. The party ended ten minutes later. The guests started leaving in their expensive cars and helicopters.

The pile of gifts that were brought for Eduardo were kept in a huge room while some were kept outside, like expensive cars and a new helicopter, just for him.

His family also gave him a few gifts, but he chose to open them all later. Eduardo was standing by the door, bidding the important guests goodbye and also thanking them for coming.

The ladies couldn’t stop themselves from hugging and kissing his cheek. Since the first person did it and wasn’t rejected, the others continued till Eduardo felt his face all sticky and red.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see that it was his father.

"You did well, son. You must return to your room immediately. From tomorrow, I won’t take good care of you like this since you’ll officially become the head of this family" he paused and patted his shoulder thrice. "Don’t disappoint me, Eddy"

"I won’t, father" he promised with a smile. The man also smiled and stretched his hand upstairs. Eduardo climbed the stairs exhausted and finally got to the third floor. He had a warm shower, washing the lipstick and lip gloss over his face. It was almost difficult to get rid of that stickiness, but he managed to pull through.

Without anyone disturbing him in his room, he walked to the balcony, bare-chested as always, staring at the sky. It’s the beginning of November.

’It’ll be winter soon’

He thought to himself and accidentally slipped his cold hands into his pocket, searching for warmth. He felt his phone and took it out. He didn’t know what to do to go through the internet.

News about his ceremony being a success had spread. Even edited videos about his speech. Some were already referring to him as ’Daddy’s boy’.

He didn’t feel anything but he was only satisfied that things ended well.

Or did it?

He was still annoyed that Marcello didn’t speak to him in person after coming to his ceremony in full disguise.

So, he brought himself to text.

.

Presently...

Eduardo was still holding back his laughter after seeing his last text. It was obvious that he was so tense that he had no idea what to type.

Eduardo: Are these words? Care to explain?

Marcello: No. They aren’t. I’m sorry!

Eduardo froze, seeing the message. He thought he was apologising for his mistake, but just to be sure, Eduardo asked...

Eduardo: I’m sorry? For what exactly?

Marcello: Everything. For that day, for keeping the truth, for today... For now, I’m sorry.

Heat rose up to Eduardo’s cheek and his chest started thumping hard. He couldn’t believe he was that excited.

"Hey, calm down, you stupid heart", he grabbed his chest. He didn’t respond to his last message, so Marcello was starting to get worried about being blocked.

Marcello: Are you here?

Eduardo: ...

He wasn’t sure what to respond with. He can’t entirely forgive Marcello. Though, he wanted to. He left the balcony since the cold got worse. He walked towards the table and gazed at the smashed cameras that he found in the trashcan.

There was only one person who would have helped him get rid of them... Marcello. No matter how hard Eduardo tried, he could find them.

He wasn’t used to being spied on. He could sense cameras from miles away. He had a lot of enemies, ever since he was a child. He felt uncomfortable being watched by both his father and his enemies.

’Maybe I could use this opportunity to thank him before he leaves for Italy’

Taking his eyes off the broken camera, he replied to his text.

Eduardo: If you’re sorry, let’s meet up

Marcello was stunned by the sudden message.

Marcello: Really? Would you really want to see me?

Eduardo

Marcello: No! I... I’ll wait for the time and address.

Eduardo was about to respond to the message when he heard a knock on the door. He raised an eyebrow, wondering who it was. He had already typed the message he wanted to send, but he was unable to push the send button. The knock didn’t stop.

He forced his way to the door and pulled it. He saw Viola holding an expensive wine bottle, two glasses and some chocolate.

She waved it at Eduardo and forced her way into his room. Eduardo slipped his phone into his pocket, not expecting his sister’s visit. As he closed the door and turned around, he found his sister on his best, ready to open the bottle of wine.

The expensive one she brought from America. She popped it open and poured some into a glass.

"You’re not going to keep standing there, are you?" She asked.

Eduardo took a few steps closer to his bed and also sat on it. Immediately, Viola shoved a filled glass to him.

"Here you go, drink" She winked at her brother. Eduardo gulped down everything at once. It was sweet, yet bitter. He could also feel his throat burning.

He burped and stretched the empty glass to Viola, who was shocked to see her brother drink a bottle of wine at a go.

"How could you drink everything at once Eddy?" She covered her mouth, laughing silently.

"Huh? You told me to drink"

"Oh, Eddy! You really need to take a few etiquette. Don’t do this if you ever attend a wine party"

"Ah..." Eduardo sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously.

Viola kept laughing and poured more drinks for Eduardo. They ended up drinking more till two at midnight.

The door creaked open as someone stepped inside. He gazed at Eduardo and Viola, sleeping peacefully on the bed.

He stretched his hand and slowly grabbed the duvet, covering both of them on the bed.

"Master... You should let me do it" Ivan stepped forward.

"Why? I can’t do this for my children?" He asked and Ivan stopped as a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"I’ve been a bad father all these while, but now, I’ll protect my children," he said, stepping away from the bed after taking the empty bottle and glasses away.

"Give me your order, Master" Ivan lowered his head.

"Investigate the Diabolo family. I would have punished the Rossis for what they did to my son, but they’ve paid for their crimes already. However, those Italian bastards dared to treat my son as a slave... I’m going to put them under my feet and stomp on them till they disappear" Antonio gritted his teeth as his eyes darkened.

"I’ll do as you wish, Master" Ivan slammed his fist over his chest.