The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 23: A Trap!

Chapter 23: A Trap!

Back to Italy....

Eduardo had a boring but stress-free day, as he remained stuck in his room. He couldn’t hang around like other guards who were working out and chatting among themselves.

No one would talk to him, since he was seen as an outcast. Mario, who was the only person he was close to, wasn’t around. He had to sit and look outside the window all through the day. He also had just realized he had forgotten to buy a phone when he went shopping the other day.

However, his day was stress-free since Marcello wasn’t in the manor to boss him around or touch him. His only job was to guard Marcello, but when Marcello wasn’t around, all he could do was nothing.

Sometimes, it gets difficult for Eduardo to see himself as a guard when he has lived his whole life as a prince. He also doesn’t see himself as a guard when he’s with Marcello, but as a princess that’s been locked in a tower.

’I can’t believe he gave the mistress’ room to me. That son of a bitch’

Immediately after he finished cussing, there was a knock on the door. He tilted his head to the door, wondering who it was. No one has checked on him apart from Mario and maybe... the butler. He rushed to the door and pulled it open.

There was a female guard in front of him. She had her hair tied into a clean and tight bun, and her uniform made her look like a real guard, almost like she was in the military.

"Eduardo?" She asked in a firm voice.

Eduardo, for a second, wished he could deny his name. But, there’s no way he could do that. He was the one who looked different from the other men in the manor.

"Yes, I’m him" was the response he gave to the angry-looking female guard.

"Lady Lucia has called for you. Hurry to her immediately," she ordered, and turned to leave. Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. Why would he get summoned by Marcello’s fiancée?

Before the female guard walked away, Eduardo reached for her arm and pulled her back. She immediately shot him a hard glare for touching her. She was super cautious, that she didn’t want any man in the Diabolo manor laying a finger on her. It wasn’t just her. All the female guards that came with Lady Lucia felt the same way.

The rumor about what happened to the last female staff who worked in the manor must have spread around. That’s the reason there was no lady who applied for a job there.

"How dare you lay a finger on me?" She questioned with anger in her voice, then her expression suddenly changed. "I forgot, you’re not interested in women. But that doesn’t mean you can touch me like that."

Eduardo, who was silent, parted his lips and spoke. He doesn’t have the energy to argue, especially since he’s also a guard like her. ,

"I apologize for that. I’d like to know why Lady Lucia asked to see me."

"You’ll know once you get there. Don’t fucking come late, or I’ll cut your balls", she threatened and left. This time, Eduardo didn’t hold her back. He didn’t get the answer he was looking for, but still, he had to obey the order that was relayed to her.

Marcello never left a rule about him not serving other people, so he felt he was safe to do so.

He didn’t even waste any time staying behind. It was late evening and the sun had left the sky. Eduardo went to the guest room and knocked. After a few seconds of standing, he was let in by the same guard who came to his room. They locked eyes and the lady rolled her eyes away from his. Eduardo didn’t care about her that much. His eyes kept on glancing around the room, almost not believing that Marcello made his fiancée stay in a room like this, while him, a slave, was given the mistress’ room.

’He really is crazy’

He was shocked.

"I heard your room is much bigger than mine. That’s fine. I won’t get jealous"

Eduardo heard a voice at the side and was forced to look at who it was. It was Lady Lucia. She was seated on a couch, picking a stick of cigarette with her teeth from a box.

She lit it and started to smoke. Eduardo could see some familiarity between her and Marcello. They both love smoking.

"Good afternoon, Lady Lucia"

"There’s nothing good about the afternoon, Eduardo. Or do I call you Eddy? I heard he calls you that. How cute" Lucia let out some laughter, throwing her head back. Eduardo was confused. He had been standing for almost five minutes and all she had been saying were normal things. He regretted coming to see her, and he wished he could just escape.

Lucia suddenly stopped laughing and cleared her throat. She took a long draw from the cigarette and puffed out the smoke before a serious look appeared on her face.

"Marcello isn’t back from where he went to, and I don’t know when he’ll be back. I thought we would get married as soon as I got here, but my plans got canceled. Thanks to you" She grumbled.

"I wasn’t my intention to do so", Eduardo interrupted her. She grabbed the glass of water in front of her and threw it at him. It landed on Eduardo’s forehead, and he started to bleed. It still wasn’t enough to make him budge. Eduardo stood there, enduring the pain. It was not worth his anger and he was sure he had gone through a lot more than that since he found himself in this body.

"Don’t worry, I’m not trying to scare you, Eddy. I need you to come with me for some shopping. We’ll leave tomorrow morning so don’t be late" She uttered, and Eduardo got even more confused.

Lucia had her guards with her and there were other people in the manor she could have asked this from. He was just a slave who lived in Russia all his life.

’Why does it have to be me?’ he thought to himself. He wouldn’t dare ask out or the water jug would be what hits him next.

"Do you understand, Eduardo?" Her voice snapped him back to reality.

"Y.. yes. Yes, I do" he stuttered. Lucia waved her hand at him to leave, so he did. He was escorted out by the same guard.

"Don’t be too harsh on yourself. You have to obey whatever lady Lucia says. After all, she’s going to be the wife of the prince. A slave like you do not stand a chance to compete with someone like that". She warned him and slammed the door on his face. She immediately made her way back to where Lucia was.

"Did you get a response from the letter that was sent, miss?" She whispered. Lucia nodded her head, wearing a cunning smile.

"They’ll send someone to pick him up tomorrow. He’ll be out of here in no time", Lucia grinned as she couldn’t wait anymore for Eduardo to leave the manor.

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Just a while later, a familiar figure with red hair appeared at the airport. He stopped in the middle of the people who were looking so busy. He suddenly sniffed and exhaled deeply.

"So this is Italy. Time to bring that bastard back home. This time, I might make him pay."