The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 34: Eduardo’s Slave Papers!

Chapter 34: Eduardo’s Slave Papers!

Eduardo understood what Marcello was talking about after his demonstration. He was aware that Marcello could fuck anything that breathed except animals and oldies. He doesn’t have preference when it comes to people but once he sets his eyes on his prey, he won’t let go of that person until he gets what he wants.

Eduardo has been marked already by him.

"I’d rather not have sex with you," he said, firmly.

"You don’t have a choice, babe. I told you already..." Marcello shrugged nonchalantly and walked over to his desk with his shoulders high. He took out a file and waved it above his head.

Eduardo’s eyes widened, wondering if it was ’that’.

’Are those my slave papers?’

He was curious.

"These are your slave papers," Marcello answered as if he heard his thoughts. Eduardo finally took a step forward, leaving the spot he had been standing.

"You got the slave papers. How? I thought they would never give them to you" he asked.

Marcello was silent. There’s no way he’ll want to tell Eduardo about what happened to the Rossis.

"I had a deal with them" he lied.

"What kind of..."

"You don’t need to know!" Marcello cut him off, ignoring the question. There was indeed a deal between him and Mr Rossi and he has fulfilled his part of the deal already.

However, he doesn’t still want to share it with Eduardo. His eyes bored into Eduardo’s soul, who was only interested in seeing the slave papers.

"Have I become a citizen here?" Eduardo asked.

"No, no, no! Not so fast babe. Legally you have to stay here for five years, sign a lot of documents, get a language test done and other things I don’t remember. Or.. you could get married to me," Marcello winked, giving the second option.

"I’d rather stay here for five years than get married to you" Eduardo spoke with an indifferent face.

Marcello tutted his teeth.

"I could speak to my father and he’ll get it done within an hour. However, even if you become a citizen here... You’re still my slave" Marcello waved the file again. Eduardo wore a slight frown on his face. He thought things would be different if his papers got into Marcello’s hand, but he was no different from the Rossis.

"There’s no need for you to keep them. I’m not going to betray you" Eduardo tried to assure him, but Marcello shook his head.

"What if you run away from me, Eddy? This is the only way I can keep you here. Don’t worry, I won’t treat you like an actual slave. All you need to do is obey my command. Kneel when I ask you to. Crawl when I ask you to. Spread those legs when I say so. That way, you’ll live peacefully in this house. Do you understand?" He smirked.

Eduardo was silent. He diverted his gaze from Marcello and the papers, not giving any response.

’Spread my legs? He’s not thinking of having sex with me, is he? No, he can’t. All I need to do is wait till I become a citizen before leaving here. Then will be a perfect time to strike him down’

Eduardo had a plan going on in his head while Marcello kept his eyes on him as if he could read his mind.

’He must be thinking of a plan. How feisty’ He licked his thumb, with a sharp grin on his face.

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A few days later, Marcello left the house without Eduardo, who had been following him everywhere, claiming to do his job as his bodyguard. Eduardo was furious when he woke up that morning and not seeing Marcello.

"How could he not tell me anything? That fucking bastard!" He angrily punched his wall. Mario flinched, squeezing his lips into a smile. He was the one who gave the news to Eduardo.

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Marcello had arrived in his father’s estate, with Viktor. Viktor opened the door for him as he exited the car.

He wore the usual cold expression on his face. He hated coming here. The last time he was here was during the party his father held. It was also the day Eduardo was about to run away from the country with Nadia.

He shook his head, remembering that it had been over a month since all of that happened. He lit a stick of cigarette and placed it on his lips.

While he was standing outside his father’s house, the head butler, who was just like Viktor, walked out to welcome him.

"Greetings, Prince Marcello. Your father has been expecting you"

He was led into the mansion. Marcello’s eyes scanned the surroundings as if it wasn’t the place he grew up in. He had left his father’s house to be alone ever since he was fifteen.

Viktor was the first person he lived together with in his manor.

"Where is the old man?" He asked his father’s butler.

"He’s having a meeting at the office. He’ll be with you shortly. He asked that you wait in the lounge"

"Of course, the lounge" Marcello rolled his eyes, puffing out the smoke in his mouth. He was always treated like a stranger whenever he was here.

They arrived at the lounge and Marcello sat on one of the couch. Viktor stood behind him, silently.

"That old man better not keep me waiting" Marcello muttered.

Just while he was seated, someone arrived. Marcello heard the footsteps and thought it was his father, but it was someone else. Someone he didn’t want to see at all.

"Ohhhh! Isn’t it my cousin who almost killed me?!" He yelled.

’So fucking loud!’ Marcello groaned, biting the cigarette stick.

Nikolai rushed towards his cousin, wearing a light-coloured pattern shirt and a short. He was the kind of person who lacked fashion sense, but whatever he wore fitted him perfectly. Marcello turned his gaze from his cousin, not wanting to see him at all. He has always been annoying ever since childhood.

He could vividly remember how Nikolai followed him around.

’Let’s play, Marcy!’ Nikolai to Marcello, when they were six years old.

’Marcy! Come, let’s play!’ Same thing, when they were ten.

’Marcy, are you reading for the entrance exam? Let’s play!’ Same thing when he was fifteen years old.

Nikolai was one of the reasons Marcello chose to live alone. Since Nikolai was ignored, he also chose to leave the country. They met frequently but Marcello still ignored his cousin till they met again at the restaurant, where he got his head smashed with a wine bottle.

"Huh? You didn’t come with him? Aw, I wanted to see Eduardo"

Marcello heard that and jerked up from where he was seated. He spat the cigarette stick and grabbed Nikolai by the collar.

"Eduardo? How dare you even try to claim what’s mine?" He growled, his voice dripping in anger.