The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 17: Nikolai Diabolo!

Chapter 17: Nikolai Diabolo!

Marcello was still at the mansion, in his room to be precise. He was having a business meeting for three straight hours, without any break.

As soon as the meeting was over, he slammed his laptop close and looked at Viktor, who was waiting for him for over thirty minutes.

"Is Eduardo back?" Was the first question Marcello asked after his meeting. Viktor clenched his fist secretly and shook his head.

"No, young master. However, your new fiancée has arrived" He spoke with a smile. An uninterested Marcello just threw his laptop on the couch and stood up.

"I see. Take care of her, Viktor. She’s a guest..." He walked away. Viktor didn’t give up. He continued to follow him till Marcello ended his closet to change his clothes.

"...and also your fiancee. Young master, you must get married as soon as possible. Your cousin is back and I’m afraid he’ll try to steal your position" He blabbed.

Marcello stopped what he was doing and took a glance at his worried butler. Butler? No, he was Marcello’s nanny and the first person who taught him how to wield a knife and pull a trigger.

Viktor, who’s also a retired A class assassin, was the person who brought Marcello up. He acted like his nanny and also, his bodyguard. His father made sure he hired someone strong enough to protect his son and Viktor was just the right person.

The Diabolo family has a lot of enemies, even before they took over the whole of Italy. Not just from other families, but also among the family members. They’ve all been trying to kill Marcello since he was a child, to make the Mafia lose his heir, Marcello. His childhood have always been rough, but it was his same rough childhood that made him grow into a monster that he is presently.

"The one who can steal my position has never been born yet, Viktor. Do not forget that. My cousin will never take what belongs to me, I’ll kill him when that happens" He swore and picked a white shirt from his closet. The butler didn’t know what to say since Marcello was just too stubborn.

He had also believed he was changing into a shirt, just so he would go pay a visit to his new fiancée but no...

"Prepare the car. I’ll pay a visit to the mall. I’ll bring back Eduardo myself" he snapped his finger and went to the table to continue his dressing.

"Hurry, Viktor. Don’t make me repeat myself!"

Viktor lowered his head and left the room. His eyes met with Marcello brushing his wet dark hair, glancing at the mirror before closing the door.

Without wasting much time, he strolled to the living room and there, he met Marcello’s new fiancee. She sat on the couch like she also didn’t care about Marcello not arriving to welcome her.

She just kept on staring at her phone, chewing the gum in her mouth. She blew some air into it and it burst. Her guards were all female. They were standing right behind her, not caring how she behaved. She was the eldest daughter of an Italian mafia family and she behaved otherwise.

"Greetings, once again, Miss Lucia. The butler will lead you to your quarters. Please, enjoy your stay till the young master calls for you" he said, signalling one of the butlers to lead her to her room.

Lucia stood up and folded her hands. She still didn’t stop chewing her gum. She looked more like a gangster than the daughter of a mafia family. Her hair was dyed purple and black. Her make up was full and her dress... It was nothing to write about.

"I hope he doesn’t call for me" she said and signalled her girls. They followed the butler and headed upstairs.

Marcello walked out just after Lucia had entered her room. He took the car key that Viktor had prepared and head to the garage.

"Young master, take some guards with you. It’s for your protection" Viktor lowered his head, hoping Marcello would agree but he didn’t. Marcello entered the car and winked at Viktor.

"I’m going to meet my personal guard. There’s no need to take one with me. What if it breaks Eddy’s fragile heart?" He smirked and drove off.

Viktor watched him leave the manor. He let out a frustrated sigh and one other butler that seemed more like a spy than a butler got closer to Viktor.

"I found information about that fuckboy, sir. Do you want me to get rid of him?"

"I’ll personally get rid of him once it’s time...just like I did to the first one" Viktor frowned as his gaze went cold. He tapped his informer on the shoulder. "Take what you got to my room. Wait for me till I arrive" He ordered and walked away.

The informer stared into the thin air for a while before walking away, acting suspicious.

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Meanwhile, still at the mall...

Eduardo had bought a lot of things already and shoved them into the car. He knew there was no limit on Marcello’s black card, but he was just excited to spend a lot of money like he always did in his past life. Even when he was Carlo, he always went shopping with Marcello.

Marcello never made him use his money. So, they use his black card instead.

Earlier, he almost exposed himself as he inputted the pin of the black card. Mario was confused, wondering how he knew it. When he asked, Eduardo lied about Marcello informing him before.

There was just three people who knew the password to Marcello’s black card. They are all people that Mario knew. Himself, the owner of the card, Marcello and finally... Carlo, who was dead.

There was no one else, not even the butler whom Marcello almost saw as a father nor his biological father.

"Hey! That’s the last bag. Let’s grab something to eat before heading back home"

"Are you sure? Restaurants here are super expensive" Mario told him, not buying the idea of eating.

Eduardo brought out Marcello’s card and waved it at Mario.

"We have this. Let’s go! Just see it as my treat"

Mario shook his head, puzzled. They decided to have a meal at one of the close by restaurant.

Eduardo ordered some steak and a bottle of wine. While Mario ordered some expensive cheesy pasta.

"This is delicious!" Mario moaned, staring at Eduardo, hoping to get the same reaction but he was disappointed.

Eduardo ate like he was a noble. He looked like he was trained on how to use the fork and knife properly. He was silent and looked so elegant at the same time.

"Were you really a slave before you came to Italy?" He was forced to ask.

Eduardo wasn’t sure himself. All he knew was that, he opened his eyes and found himself in this body while everyone called him*slave*.

"Yes, I guess" He replied, chewing what was in his mouth. He grabbed the glass of wine and spinned the liquid in it before sipping from it.

He let out a hmmm and took another sip.

"Why do you ask?"

"You seem like you were born a prince. Haha! Were you one in your past life or so?" Mario asked, jokingly but, Eduardo flinched. He had forgotten he wasn’t Carlo, but Eduardo.

’Did he find out anything? No way! There’s absolutely no way anyone would find out I’m Carlo’

"I watched my masters eat like that, so I got used to it. Silly me!" He let out a fake laugh and Mario joined him.

’Thank goodness he’s stupid’

"Can I join in the fun, Eduardo Rizo?"

He heard a voice from the side and turned his head.

Mario sprung up immediately, seeing the stranger that was trying to speak to Eduardo.

"N.. Nikolai?"

"You know who I am, great!" The stranger was pleased. He turned his face to look at Eduardo’s uninterested face. He was just focused on finishing his steak before heading back home, till this annoying stranger decided to ruin it with his presence.

"Do you know who I am, Eduardo?" He asked.

"No!" He gave his straight answer. His answer was the truth and also, a lie.

Well, Eduardo hasn’t met this stranger before, however... Carlo has.

Carlo knew who this person was... Nikolai Diabolo. Marcello’s cousin who was after the heir title.

"Your words hurt, Eduardo. I’ve heard so much about you" He said, not showing any sign of leaving. Eduardo was getting annoyed already. He dropped his fork and stood up to leave.

Nikolai’s lips curved into a smile, realising how tall Eduardo was as soon as he sprung up.

"Heard so much about me? Did you look into me, sir? What are you, a pervert? Stalker? Or, are you also trying to get into my ass?" He asked.

Nikolai’s smile grew wider. He covered his mouth with his hands, holding back his psychopathic laughter.

"It was true. You’re his fuckboy. Tell me, how many times has my cousin thrust into you? Five? Ten? Forty? Tell me!" He yelled.

People were already started to look. And Eduardo hated the attention. Mario was also at the corner, wondering what to do.

"...." Just as Eduardo opened his mouth to speak, he heard a shattering sound. His eyes widened as he saw this familiar scene.

"Zero. The answer is zero. I haven’t thrusted into him... Not yet. But, very soon" The culprit said and stared at Eduardo. It was Marcello. He smashed a wine bottle on his cousin’s head.

"Hey babe, missed me?" He winked at Eduardo.