The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 24: The Conditions

Chapter 24: The Conditions

A few hours before Luca arrived in Italy, his family got a message from the madam. It wasn’t just a regular message. It was more like a threat, a warning, that made them act fast to get Eduardo back.

The madam, after receiving that letter from Lucia, went to her room and made a quick call to the Rossi family. She was super annoyed, getting the letter in front of her son, Fabio.

’Fabio must never know Eduardo is alive. I’ll stop at nothing to make sure that happens’

She made the call and threatened to wipe out the Rossis if Eduardo wasn’t back in Italy in twenty-four hours. She even sent a response to the sender of the letter, Lucia.

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Luca, who didn’t want his family to be wiped out, decided to make a move as soon as possible.

With his father’s help, he took a quick flight to Italy.

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Eduardo, on the other hand, woke up the next morning, preparing to follow Lucia to the mall. He had wished he could reject the order, but he was nothing more than a slave. He wore a simple looking black polo and a pair of gray cargo pants, with black boots. He left his hair scattered on his head and also, across his face. It covered half of his blue eyes, making him look sexy as hell, even without trying.

"I guess this is enough" he spoke, to his reflection.

He turned around and left his room, waiting outside Lucia’s door. It was there he met Mario, who had returned to the manor after spending the night outside doing some business.

Mario’s eyes met with Eduardo’s body. It made the black polo he was wearing feel so tight. His muscles were bulging through the black cloth. He didn’t realize he was gawking at Eduardo till he heard his name.

"You’re drooling, Mario."

Mario slammed his mouth close and wiped the drool from the corner of his lips. He let out a nervous laughter and got closer to him.

"You look so dashing, Eduardo. I almost fell for you". Mario spoke the truth but, Eduardo only saw it as a joke.

"Don’t make me laugh, Mario!" He gave a dry laughter.

"What are you doing here? The master won’t be back yet, so you should have some time for yourself" Mario furrowed his eyebrows.

The door opened and Lucia stepped out of the room, accompanied by one of her guards, and it was the same person she was with yesterday.

"Good morning, lady Lucia", Mario greeted.

"Ah! You must be Marcello’s assistant" she looked at him, not interested a bit in Mario.

"Yes, I am" he smiled.

She replied with a short hmm and turned to Eduardo.

"Are you ready? Let’s leave" she said to him.

Mario furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why Eduardo was going with Lucia.

"Where are you headed to? Permit me to ask but, the master has asked that Eduardo not leave the manor", Mario snapped, trying to intervene.

Lucia paused and looked at Mario’s confused face. There was a glimpse of anger on her face, but Mario wasn’t focused on noticing it. His actions could ruin her plans to take Eduardo out of the manor. A fake smile appeared on her face as she spoke to him.

"I’m not interested in men who love dicks. I’m only taking him with me for shopping, and we’ll be back before you know it", she assured Mario, but Mario didn’t fall for it.

"Then, let me come with you", he placed a hand on Lucia just to stop her from leaving, but her guard swiftly punched Mario in his stomach. He groaned in pain and fell on his knees, coughing and wheezing. Eduardo quickly rushed to where Mario fell.

"Mario!" He called his name and shot a death glare at the female guard. For a second, she thought her life was going to end when she saw the look in his eyes. She almost felt weak, seeing that gaze. Her heart kept beating rapidly in her chest. She heard and knew that Eduardo was a good person and had never gotten into any fights with anyone. Some even said she was weak, but with that glare, she knew he was different from what the rumors said. He’s just... hiding his real self.

"I apologize for my guard did. She’s just being protective of her master. If you’re done, let’s leave Eduardo. I’d like to get this over with immediately" she said, without a single guilt and turned to leave.

"And what if I refuse to follow you? You punched him and all you can think about is your shopping?" Eduardo was pissed as he balled his fist. He just wished he could punch the smug off her face. She believes she’s a mafia princess and has more rights than the servants in the manor. Mario held Eduardo’s hand, stopping him from doing what he was thinking about.

"I’m fine... Eddy" Mario stuttered.

"You heard him. He’s fine. Let’s leave and don’t think I’ll be wasting my time here". She walked away, not wanting to hear any more words from Eduardo.

"I’m sorry, Mario. I’ll be back soon" Eduardo slowly slipped Mario’s hand from his.

"Alright... Make sure you return". Mario loosed his grip on him and watched him walk behind Lucia. He leaned his back on the wall while seated on the floor and gritted his teeth. Mario, who had no single strength in his body, felt the pain after getting punched by a girl. He groaned and raised his shirt and saw the bruise on his stomach.

"That bitch must have broken my ribs" he hissed and slipped his hand into his pocket. He shoved out his phone and dialed a familiar number.

It was Marcello’s.

"I had better let boss know about this" he thought to himself.

He called the number, but Marcello wasn’t picking up.

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That was so because Marcello was being occupied by something that got him a bit distracted. He was about to leave for Italy that morning, when he had an unexpected guest in his hotel room. With a robe on his body, one of his men announced Mr Rossi’s presence.

Marcello, at first, was shocked to hear about his unexpected arrival at his hotel room.

"Let him in", he said to his men, and Mr Rossi was led to the living room. It was a super fancy hotel, owned by Marcello’s father. Even if it was Russia, his father had a bit of power there, but not Marcello.

He was a bit hurt when the manager didn’t recognize him as Marcello Diabolo. He knew he had to make a name for himself here in Russia, either the good way or the bad way.

Without getting dressed, he went to pay a visit to Mr Rossi in the living room. Mr Rossi, had a curious look as to why Marcello would come to honor his presence, wearing a robe.

"Why have you come here?" Marcello questioned and threw himself on the couch opposite his unexpected guest.

Mr Rossi felt so uncomfortable, especially with the news about him being interested in men. He was too distracted to speak, especially as he could see between Marcello’s legs.

"I see you’re distracted, Mr Rossi. Don’t worry, I fuck men, but I’m not interested in old men. I wouldn’t lay a band on you even if we’re stuck here for eternity", Marcello assured him with a smile and there was a glimpse of relief and a bit of disappointment on the old man’s face. He just wanted to do what he wanted to do and leave immediately and that’s to hold Marcello back so he didn’t return to Italy. If he returns, it might ruin their plan to bring Eduardo back.

As he was having a discussion there, he had no idea his phone was ringing in the bedroom.

"If you have nothing to say, it’s better you leave. I have an important flight to catch". Marcello was annoyed that the man hadn’t spoken any words since he entered the room. Mr Rossi cleared his throat and slammed a brown file on the table that was between them.

No one needed to tell Marcello that those were Eduardo’s slave papers. At the same time, he didn’t want to believe it was the papers.

’Why would this man come with these papers without any guards? I could kill him here and take these papers from him’

Marcello’s eyes were fixed on the file, but Mr Rossi snatched it back from the table and waved it.

"I’m aware you want this so badly, but I’d advise you not to do whatever is on your mind. My men are downstairs and if I’m not back within an hour, they’ll blow up this hotel with you in it. I heard it belongs to your father", Mr Rossi warned, and Marcello couldn’t help but smile. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he adjusted his sitting position.

"I’m utterly surprised, Mr Rossi. I like you already. If it weren’t for my ’obsession’ with Eduardo, I’d probably let you into my circle, but I can’t do that to my poor Eddy and let me say this once again, I have no interest in old men" Marcello pouted his lips like a child and shook his head.

Ignoring his comments, Mr Rossi went ahead and continued.

"If you want these files, you’ll have to agree to my conditions"

"Let’s hear it. These conditions of yours" Marcello said, his voice dripping with anticipation.

Mr Rossi was silent for a few seconds. He was collecting his thoughts before speaking. This wasn’t what he wanted to do, but he had to do it.

"...." Without hesitation, he said everything he had to Marcello.