The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 39: Marcello’s Gift!

Chapter 39: Marcello’s Gift!

Eduardo listened to every one of Mario’s explanations about the contract that he had never heard about. It was his first time hearing about it.

He kept on thinking, going through his memories to see if he had ever received a contract like that from the Diabolo household, but no. If he had received one, his father was willing to sign the contract.

"Are you alright, Eduardo?" Mario snapped him out of his thoughts. He coughed out a weak smile as he lowered his head.

"I’m fine. Just a bit of headache caused by the painkillers. I’ll be alright after some sleep" He rubbed his temples.

"I’ll leave you to get some sleep. But, make sure the boss never finds out about what I told you," he pleaded, and Eduardo nodded. After a few seconds, Mario was out of the room.

Eduardo threw himself on the bed, with his hand over his face. He was still thinking of the reason why he didn’t receive that contract.

’Did Marcello not send it to us on purpose? Has he been wanting to kill me? No, I don’t think so. There’s no way Marcello would want to kill me. Then why? Why didn’t we receive it? Fuck!’

Eduardo grunted and slammed his fist on the side of the bed. He winced in pain, realising it was the same hand that got shot earlier.

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A few days later, Eduardo was in front of the mirror, staring at the injury on his shoulder. He was bare-chested, and his hair was dripping wet to show that he had just walked out of the bathroom.

"I guess it’s healing well,"

He said to himself and diverted his gaze to his face. He touched his blonde hair, especially his bangs.

"I should also get a haircut. This body grows way too fast" he grumbled.

The door suddenly barged open and Eduardo swiftly positioned himself as if he wanted to attack the intruder. Viktor didn’t even flinch after Eduardo’s sudden movement.

Eduardo heaved a breath of relief after seeing Viktor in the room. He walked closer to Viktor but suddenly stopped after seeing the disgusted look on his face.

He was already aware of the hatred Viktor had for him, but he didn’t know it was to this extent. He remembered when he was Carlo, Viktor never liked him.

There were cases where he would come to look for Marcello, but Viktor would come up with a lie just to make sure the both of them wouldn’t meet.

"Stop glaring at me and just tell me why you’re here! Or are you interested in my body?" Eduardo smirked, as he folded his hands.

Viktor’s frown got even deeper.

"You disgust me. The young master has asked for you. Report to his office immediately and wear something proper" he said and left, slamming the door close.

Eduardo grinned.

"That old fucker will never change" he spoke and immediately found something to wear.

He put on his regular black polo and black pants and left the room. He walked past the other guards who greeted him as he headed to Marcello’s office. Their relationship has changed ever since the incident a few days ago.

They had thought Eduardo was one weakling who came to Manor, just to seduce their boss, but he proved his strength by going after the traitor. Most of them who got shot by the traitor were thankful to Eduardo for catching the traitor.

As Eduardo strolled to Marcello’s office, he wondered.

’Why would he call me to his office? We’ve not interacted with each other ever since that argument’

He arrived at the door and knocked thrice.

"Enter!" Marcello’s voice trailed off from the inside. His voice sounded so weak and tired.

Eduardo opened the door and saw Marcello, in a worse state. He had dark circles under his eye bag, and his table was filled with untouched files.

"Ah! You’re here!" Marcello coughed and leaned back on his seat. He stretched his hand to reach for his cup of coffee but it slipped off the table and fell on the floor. The mug shattered on the floor and a groan escaped from his lips.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Eduardo rushed to him.

"I’m fine. Ha! I thought you wouldn’t care if I was dying. Seems like you are a cute liar, babe" Marcello grinned. Eduardo remembered his words and turned his face from Marcello.

"Why did you call me here?" He queried.

"How heartless" Marcello mumbled and slipped his hand into his drawer. He brought out two things. One was a small black box and the other was a card.

"Here you go. Congratulations on being a citizen"

Eduardo collected it from him and saw the identification card. Even his picture was on it.

’How did he even get this photo? Ah! It must be the one on my slave papers’

He thought to himself and slipped it into his pocket.

"Thank you," He said, with an indifferent face.

"This is a gift from me" Marcello yawned as he pushed the black box to Eduardo.

"What is it?" He furrowed his eyebrows, with his eyes glued on the box.

"Check it out. I’m too tired to speak" he yawned for the second time.

Eduardo hesitated before he took the black box. He opened it and he saw a gun. It was a customised black Glock 19 gun, with the name ’Eddy’ written on the grip.

There were some bullets in the side of the box. Eduardo didn’t even touch it. He was shocked to receive a gun from Marcello.

"Do you like it so much that you became speechless?" He asked, with his sleepy eyes.

"Why would you gift me a gun?" Eduardo was curious. He already told Marcello how much he wanted to kill him, he was gifted a gun.

’Does he want to die that badly?’

"It’s a gift. You already have what you need. Clothes, shoes, food, a roof over your head. But, as a bodyguard, you need a gun" he spoke.

"How do I know it’s real?" Eduardo took out the gun and waved it. He wrapped his hand around the grip and pushed the trigger thrice. It responded with clicking sounds. He’s aware there’s no bullet it in.

"It’s empty. Just accept it, will you?" Marcello yawned for the third time, closing his eyes and stretching his hands. Before he looked forward, he saw Eduardo putting a bullet into the chamber. He put it back in place and pointed the gun at Marcello.

Marcello was silent. He didn’t flinch, as he was threatened by Eduardo.

"Go ahead. Shoot me. Don’t hesitate now, babe. Pull the trigger"