The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 33: Take It By Force!

Chapter 33: Take It By Force!

Lady Ivanov signed a quick contract with Luca and Nadia. She kept it safely and then summoned her butler. She gave him a few instructions and after five minutes, they were escorted out of the Ivanov mansion with a group of men.

Fabio, who had just returned from an event in his car saw them get into another car, leaving the house.

He knew who they were. The Rossis siblings.

’What are they doing here?’

He wondered. Their car left the compound and Fabio alighted from the car.

He walked into the house and barged into his mother’s office. He saw her hiding a file in her secret safe. Lady Ivanov slammed the safe close before walking towards her son.

"You’re back home... Welcome, sweetheart" She planted a quick kiss on his forehead. She was worried, wishing to know if he had seen those Rossi siblings leaving the mansion.

"What were the Rossi siblings doing here, mother?" He queried, his tone laced with suspicion.

She rolled her eyes and moved away from him.

’Shit! He saw them’

"Did something happen?" Fabio added.

"Nothing happened sweetheart. Nothing you need to concern yourself with" His mother wore an assuring smile on her face, but Fabio wasn’t buying it. He knew something was wrong.

He wished he had arrived earlier so he could know what was happening.

"That’s what you keep saying. If you keep hiding everything from me, there’s no way I’ll be the head of this house." He complained.

"Fabio! Don’t say such things! Your position as the Mafia head is certain. I’m just waiting for your father to die then, you’ll have everything to yourself" She frowned at him.

Fabio diverted his attention from his mother to the safe where she just did a brown file.

"Only if Eddy was alive, he would have become the head instead of me"

Lady Ivanov clenched her fist angrily and her expression darkened. She doesn’t want to hear that name, not from her son. She has been traumatised by him enough throughout her son’s childhood that she had to separate the two of them.

"He’s dead and he won’t be coming back. Besides, he’s not your real brother, sweetheart. There’s no need for you to feel bad for his death. Why don’t you go take a shower and we’ll have dinner together?" She faked a smile as she spoke to him.

"Yes, Mother" he nodded his head and looked at the safe one more time before leaving her office. She closed the door and leaned on it.

"I just have to get that brown file before knowing what Mother is up to" he spoke to himself and went to his room.

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The Diabolo house, on the other hand, has been silent after the drama that occurred a few hours ago. Marcello, who was responsible for the death of both father and daughter, was in his room with Eduardo, struggling to focus on the work he had at hand.

He just had the tip of his pen in his mouth, biting it gently. Mario stood close to Eduardo, having a discussion. That was the reason Marcello wasn’t able to concentrate.

He had warned Mario to get rid of any feelings he had for Eduardo but it won’t stop them from chatting like friends. Eduardo even laughed at Mario’s joke.

’He never laughed when he’s with me’

Marcello thought to himself, getting jealous already.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed the pen in his mouth and broke it. He twirled his chair to look at Mario.

"It broke" he said, his eyes locked on Mario. He was giving a silent signal to leave.

"Oh, I have another one here, boss" Mario handed him a new pen to him. Marcello took it from him and turned away, his expression cold. After a few moments, he turned again to stare at him.

"It broke. Again!"

"I don’t have a new one, boss" Mario replied.

"Then go find some. Take your time!" He ordered. Mario finally knew Marcello’s ulterior motive.

"Yes, boss. I’ll go get some" he left the room.

Marcello wore a pleased look on his face. He stood up from his seat and leaned on the desk. The happy expression that was on Eduardo’s face when he was talking to Mario disappeared immediately Mario left.

"You don’t have any feelings for Mario, do you?" He questioned.

"What are you talking about?" Eduardo raised an eyebrow, curious about the reason for his sudden question. He stood at a spot, not moving an inch. He believed that’s what bodyguards in the house do. To stand and guard their master, Marcello. The guards around the house have made him understand that. The time he spent with Nadia made him too comfortable that he didn’t do his job properly as a guard.

While he was Carlo, he wasn’t the type who went about with guards. He had nothing to protect or lose, so he did whatever he wanted. But, whenever he was with Marcello... He was escorted by hefty men.

Eduardo was so deep in thoughts that he didn’t realise Marcello was standing in front of him. He flinched at Marcello’s sudden appearance.

"The way you speak to him, laugh and enjoy every conversation with him. You never do that to me. Do you still have the urge to kill me?" He asked.

Eduardo had told Marcello from the beginning about wanting to kill him. That was how their meeting started. Marcello could sense killing intent from Eduardo when they met in the kitchen for the first time, but he didn’t feel it anymore.

Eduardo was silent when he heard that question.

"If I say yes, what are you going to do about it?" He asked.

Marcello smirked, watching him.

"So fearless. I like it! You’ve had a lot of chances to kill me but you haven’t done it yet. Why? Have you fallen in love with me that you can’t kill me? You could drive a dagger into my chest and run away... Why haven’t you done so yet?" Marcello asked, his voice low.

"..." Eduardo didn’t say anything. He also didn’t know why he haven’t killed Marcello. He had a lot of opportunities to do so, but he hasn’t been able to do it.

"Just admit it, babe. You want me, just as I want you" Marcello said, with a mocking look on his face.

"I don’t!" Eduardo replied just immediately.

"Even if you don’t, I’ll have to force you to want me" Marcello tilted his head, wearing a grin on his face. Eduardo didn’t understand what he was saying. Marcello formed a circle with his left fingers and thrust his finger into the circle. Eduardo’s eyes widened and sweat buds began to form at the corner of his head.

"Do you understand now, babe? I can’t wait to try it with you. I wonder who’s going to be on top... Me or... You" he clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with expectations.