The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 38: The Secret Documents!

Chapter 38: The Secret Documents!

A few minutes before Marcello arrived in the room, he met a few of his men in the area tracking the car Eduardo used.

Marcello arrived and they all gathered in front of him. They could sense how angry he was. The reason for his anger wasn’t the document that was stolen but Eduardo.

"Where is he?" Marcello asked.

"We haven’t found him yet, boss!" One of them replied.

"How long do you need to track a car? Find him immediately!" He yelled. They spread around the town and started looking for him.

Marcello clenched his fist and moved closer to Viktor.

"These men are incompetent. I’ll go find him myself!" He said.

"Young master, please. Let me go instead" Viktor tried to convince him.

"If you’re worried about me, come with me. I must find Eduardo" he insisted and walked away.

Viktor has no other choice than to follow him. He kept on walking about till they arrived at a rough street. From where they stood, they could spot an expensive black car parked close to a hotel room.

"It’s him! He’s here! Alert the men" he ordered Viktor. Viktor sent a quick message to the others. The street was filled with hefty men with ugly tattoos who were glaring hard at Marcello. They wanted to attack him but they couldn’t because of the dangerous air that surrounded him.

They were mumbling as soon as Marcello got close to the hotel. He entered and saw the receptionist focused on the video game.

"Did a person just walk in....?" Before he could complete his words, the receptionist answered, not even sparing a glance at Marcello.

"Room ten!"

"Room ten?" Viktor asked.

Marcello didn’t even hesitate; he rushed out of the reception and headed to room ten. Just while he was heading up the wooden stairs since there weren’t any elevators, he heard a gunshot and suddenly, someone rushed past him, hugging a bag.

He bumped into Marcello and fell. The gun and documents spilt from his bag, exposing the content in it. Marcello froze when he saw him and the traitor shivered in fear as he locked eyes with Marcello.

"This must be him... Seize him!" Marcello ordered Viktor. Viktor grabbed him on the floor, pulling his hands to the back.

"I’ve captured him, young master..." Viktor announced and raised his head, but there wasn’t any sign of Marcello around. He left for room ten to see Eduardo.

Those men arrived just in time and followed Marcello to the room. They thought there would be more of them, but to their surprise, Eduardo had gotten rid of every one of them. They entered the room and saw the room in a rough state. Blood was on the floor, and so were lifeless bodies.

A sense of relief washed over him when he saw Marcello. Not just him, Marcello was relieved to see that Eduardo was safe.

"Why are you always late, you bastard?" He groaned as a weak smile spread across his lips.

"Bastard? You’ve got nerves, babe. How could you run after a criminal? What if you were killed?"

"Well, I’m safe" Eduardo exhaled deeply and sprung up from the floor. His hand was over his shoulder that was bleeding. His shirt was already soaked in blood.

Marcello saw it and moved closer to him. He grabbed Eduardo’s hand and he ripped his shirt off his body.

He examined the wound on his shoulder and used the ripped shirt to tie his wound.

"Let’s go home" Marcello pulled him gently.

"You should send them to go after the traitor. He wouldn’t have gone far" he said.

"He has been caught already. Let’s leave!" He ordered, with traces of annoyance in his expression. Eduardo followed from behind. He pulled Eduardo into the car he used and drove it out of the town.

After a few hours, they were in the manor. Marcello personally took the bullet out of Eduardo’s shoulder.

He dropped the bullet on a silver plate and threw himself on the chair. He left the rest to Mario to bandage it. Mario did so slowly, carefully, with tears at the corner of his eyes.

He tied the injury and was finally done.

"If you’re done, leave" Marcello ordered Mario.

"Yes, boss!" Mario lowered his head and took the first aid box, with the silver plate out of the office.

The room was silent for a few minutes before Marcello broke it.

"Don’t do that again!"

Eduardo tilted his head, glaring at Marcello.

"What are you talking about?" He asked. Eduardo did what he could to protect the secret information Marcello had only for him to get scolded.

"Don’t leave the house without my permission again!" Marcello spoke, his voice was low but was still dripping with anger.

Eduardo sprung up from where he was seated and walked towards Marcello. He held his shoulder, which was still throbbing in pain.

"I did what I could to help you and you’re scolding me? Maybe I should have just let him take whatever was in that document"

"Those documents aren’t the original ones, Eduardo. Do you think I’m stupid enough to keep the original papers in my office? Even your slave papers aren’t in my office. I’ve hidden them in a safe place so you’ll never find it" he explained.

Eduardo heard that and his face fell. He thought the slave papers could be among the ones that got stolen. He wanted to take them back and get rid of it. Maybe that way, he won’t have to become a slave to Marcello. But, he failed.

The slave paper wasn’t even in the office.

"Do you have to yell at me after what I did? I was just doing my job as your bodyguard," Eduardo spoke, and Marcello’s anger flared up. He jerked up from his seat, as the chair fell to the floor.

"Eduardo! Your job is to stay by my side and obey my every command. Do you think I’m keeping you here to protect me? Do you think I want you to get hurt? I always protect my property and that includes you, babe? This is just a warning... Next time you do something that’ll make me worried about you, I’ll end up killing you myself. Your death won’t mean anything anyway since you’re nothing but a slave," Marcello growled.

Eduardo nodded his head, folding his lips into a thin line. There was a smirk on his face as he regretted helping Marcello.

"I see. I apologise for trying to protect you or your damn secret. I admit, it’s my mistake and it’ll never fucking repeat itself" Eduardo took a dramatic pause and pulled himself closer to Marcello. They were so close that they could exchange breath. "I’m not here to protect you. Maybe next time, I’ll sit and watch you die in front of me. That’s what I’ve always wanted, anyway... Your death" he added and walked away.

He slammed the door closed and went to his room. He entered and saw Mario there, waiting for him.

"Just leave Mario. I want to be alone" he said, walking to the bed.

"You don’t have to get upset, Eduardo. Trust me, the boss is thankful for what you did. He’s just being... Selfish and shy?" Mario spoke without certainty. He didn’t know why Marcello lied about those documents being fake. It was the original one and his slave paper was even among.

"I don’t care about it anymore. Just leave" Eduardo said.

"You have no idea what would happen if his father heard about those documents getting stolen. His chance to become the head would be taken away from him. That’s how important those documents are" he explained, slowly getting closer to Eduardo. He sat on the bed, close to him.

"What kind of documents are they?" Eduardo asked.

Mario didn’t know how to explain. He rubbed his chin and then scratched the corner of his head. It was stated in his contract that Mario mustn’t reveal the Diabolo secret to anyone. He isn’t supposed to tell Eduardo anything, and at the same time, he doesn’t want to hide the truth from him.

"He... Uhm" he stuttered.

Eduardo smacked his lips.

"It’s fine if you can’t tell me"

"No, wait! Those are the submission agreement contract" he revealed. Eduardo tilted his head, wondering what those were. He hadn’t even heard of it while he was Carlo.

"What’s that?" He asked the obvious question since he was curious. Mario slapped his forehead and exhaled deeply.

"I forgot you’re not from Italy. Let me explain..." He started.

The submission agreement contract is what gives the Diabolo house power over other companies, mafia households and even the government. Before Marcello started the test given to his father, for him to become the next in line, his first mission was to get every mafia household in Italy under him. He did all of those. A few signed while some didn’t. They’d rather die than pledge their lives to the Diabolo house. His father ordered that those who refused to pledge their loyalty and sign the contract be terminated.

And one of them was the person closest to Marcello, Carlo Morano. They didn’t sign the contract or pledge loyalty to the Diabolo. Marcello had to terminate them, also his best friend. If those papers get back into their hands or get stolen, they would all rise against the Diabolo house and get their revenge. That’s the reason, Marcello must keep them safe.

"...so, that’s what it means. Do you understand how important those papers are? Huh? Eduardo?" Mario was done explaining and found Eduardo lost in his thoughts.

’The Morano household didn’t receive any contract. How? Why?’