The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 20: Rule Number Two!

Chapter 20: Rule Number Two!

Marcello, who angrily left the dining table with Eduardo, after having a conversation with his sixth fiancée. He arrived in his room, shoved Eduardo in with him and then slammed it back close.

Eduardo was still confused. Wondering why he got dragged here and also, why was Marcello angry. He wondered if it was because of the suggestion he made to get married to a woman.

’This fucker is not thinking of getting married to a man, is he?’

"Did you know why I dragged you here?" Marcello’s voice snapped him back to reality. He saw Marcello taking out a stick of cigarette, standing in the middle of the room. He lit the cigarette and started to smoke.

"That’s what I’d like to know. Why was I dragged here?" His voice trailed off.

Marcello took a long draw from his cigarette and puffed out the smoke in his mouth and slowly struct closer to Eduardo, who was still standing by the door.

He stopped when he stood in front of him and tilt his jaw a little to look at him, since Eduardo was taller.

"You’re not fully my bodyguard yet, that’s why I’m being patient with you. Maybe it’s time I give you rule number two..."

Eduardo was still silent, wondering what he did wrong. The smoke coming from Marcello’s cigarette was affecting him that he was holding back his cough.

"What exactly is rule number two?" He queried, his voice laced with a mix of curiousity and annoyance.

"Rule number two, don’t ever talk about someone else when you’re with me. Not a woman, nor a man. It’s either you talk about yourself, your day or something related to you" Marcello response was quick.

"And why do I have to do that?" A pissed Eduardo frowned, hearing that annoying rule.

"Because you’re my guard and I’m your master. You’ll have to do whatever I want. Just like the rule number one says... Do not ever say no to whatever I offer you. You’re smart enough to remember" Marcello concluded and walked away from Eduardo.

Eduardo stood there, with his clenched fist, showing how annoyed he was as he heard those annoying words from Marcello.

"Get married for real? Ha! Don’t fuck with me, babe. It’s better you leave before I lost my temper and do something you don’t like" he warned with his cold voice.

Eduardo, who didn’t get a chance to speak his mind left the room and leaned on the door. He had been with Marcello for a long time and have never seen that angry look on his face ever before.

Even when he smashed a wine bottle over his cousin’s head, he wasn’t that annoyed. He let out a sigh and walked to his room. There, he found Mario and some other guards who were arranging what he bought from the mall.

"Hey, you’re back!" Mario yelled with an excited look on his face. The other men looked at Eduardo with hostility in their eyes and started leaving one after the other. They even grumbled in Italian language, which Eduardo fully understood. They do not like Eduardo one bit and it was obvious. Of course, he was seen as an outsider who doesn’t belong in their circle. The only thing they could see him as was ’the master’s fuckboy’.

"Don’t worry, they’ll get to like you very soon. They are just a bit hot headed" Mario diverted his gaze, trying to assure him, but Eduardo didn’t care about his reputation among these guards. He had something else in his mind... Something distracting and annoying.

Maybe, Someone.

Marcello Diabolo.

What Eduardo had in mind was to get in here and kill him, just to get his revenge. He doesn’t care if he get caught or arrested or probably killed... All he wanted was to end Marcello’s life. Instead, he was getting more and more twisted with him. He has found many side of Marcello that he never found when he was Carlo.

He sighed again and Mario place a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course, I’ll be fine. Thanks for your help" He replied. Mario nodded his head and left the room also. Immediately he left, Eduardo fell back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

’In as much as I want to strangle that fucker’s neck, I want to figure out why he killed me. Even I find out anything, it won’t make any difference. Fuck!’

Eduardo ran his fingers through his face and once again, stared at the ceiling. He didn’t have anything to do since his boss was annoyed with him for no reason. He was a bit excited that Marcello didn’t force him to do things that he didn’t want to do. Like, touching his cock or probably shoving it into his mouth.

He took his time arranging his new clothes into the closet and trying some of them on his body. There were different type of outfits which fitted his body perfectly. He even wondered how the real Eduardo felt with this kind of hot and attractive body. He doesn’t even have any idea what kind of person Eduardo really was. Playful? Serious? A lover boy? Or probably... gay?

When he was done, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and slammed the closet door close.

"I’m finally done" He groaned.

"Now that I’m done. I guess I should go to bed..." He muttered to himself and paused. He placed a hand on his jaw and rubbed it.

’Should I go see him first? He’s not going to barge in here, right? There’s no way he’ll come...’

He thought to himself. After thinking too hard, he concluded on going tomorrow to see Marcello.

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That night... While Eduardo was asleep, someone crept into his dark room. Someone with a familiar figure. The person’s cold eyes stared right at Eduardo who was asleep on the bed, fingers trailing around his chest and stopped right in his neck. Eduardo felt the person’s presence but he was too sleepy to open his eye. He only let out a few moans and turned to the other side of the bed. He wanted to sleep more... But the person whispered a few words and the only thing he could hear was...

"....too soon"

Eduardo opened his eyes and swiftly turned the lights on but, he didn’t find anyone. The room was empty and silent. He was sure that someone was here since he felt the hands all over his body.

’Who the hell was it? Or was it a dream?’

’No! It’s too vivid to be just a dream’

He rested back on the bed, nervous to turned off the lights. He was still sure someone touched his body. His eyes were wide opened, thinking the person would return, but no one came.

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Till the next morning...

Eduardo regretted not going to meet Marcello last night. He heard a shocking news as he went for breakfast that morning.

"What? He left for Russia last night?"