The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 40: Just Testing The Gift!

Chapter 40: Just Testing The Gift!

Eduardo wasn’t planning on shooting Marcello. Of course, he hoped to do that very soon. He pointed the gun at Marcello but didn’t get the reaction he wanted. Instead, he remained calm. He thought Marcello would plead for his life, but he wasn’t even scared of death.

Is that what it means to be a Diabolo? No one in the Diabolo house is allowed to shed any tears or plead for their lives. Marcello had gone through different training ever since he was little and one of them was endurance.

When he was Carlo, he heard rumours about the kind of training Marcello received from his father. He was locked in a cold room and was left to survive for two hours when he was young. Marcello had to survive using methods only he knew.

He was also locked in a hot room for even longer and frequently got beaten up by his father, just to make him stronger. He has been shot in all parts of his body except his head and heart. It’s almost as if he has lost his ability to feel pain and also, to feel emotions.

That’s how he wasn’t able to shed a single tear when his mother died. People called him a monster, from a young age.

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Marcello’s eyes were still fixed on Eduardo, waiting for him to shoot. Eduardo, on the other hand still pointed the gun at him.

"Aren’t you going to shoot? Do it!" Marcello’s voice sounded like an order.

Immediately, Eduardo pulled the trigger and a loud bang was heard. The door burst wide open as Viktor and a few guards rushed into the office. They saw Eduardo with the gun and surrounded him, also pointing their guns at him.

"You bastard! How dare you..." Viktor yelled, wanting to hit Eduardo.

"Don’t!" Marcello interrupted Viktor, raising his hand.

"Young master! He tried to kill you!" Viktor protested, his face reddened with anger. He just wanted to find a way to send Eduardo out of the house, but Marcello ignored the fact that Eduardo threatened him with a gun and even pulled the trigger. However, it wasn’t targeted at him. It was the brick wall behind him.

"Are you going to disobey me now, Viktor?" Marcello growled, slamming his hand on the table. They all flinched in fear and started leaving the office one after the other.

"I apologise, young master. I’ll take my leave" Viktor lowered his head. He turned to leave and locked eyes with Eduardo.

"Such bad luck" he grumbled as he walked past Eduardo and left the office.

The office was silent once again. Marcello let out a groan and leaned back on the chair. His head was throbbing in pain, and he was unable to sleep for days.

"Why didn’t you shoot? You had the chance to" Marcello asked him. Eduardo placed the gun back in the black box and slammed it close.

"I was just checking how fast your men would react if a gunshot is heard from your office. They are pretty fast. Maybe, killing you in the manor would be a bad idea," Eduardo explained, and a smile appeared on Marcello’s face. He was amused at the kind of person Eduardo was.

"How cute! Since you’re done, leave. I have work to do" Marcello waved his hand.

"How did you become so busy overnight? Isn’t this Mario’s job?" He asked as if he was concerned.

"I can’t trust anyone in this Manor not even Mario. The one who tried to run away with those documents was one of the men I kept close to. He knows my secret, probably my weaknesses. Who knew he would betray me?" Marcello mumbled, with sadness in his voice. Eduardo walked closer to Marcello and saw the documents on his table. It’s the one related to his business and also, the household. A lot of them are from his companies that needed his approval and stamp.

"Since you can’t trust anyone, I’ll help you. Just for today," Eduardo said, and Marcello looked at him, with confusion all over his face. Even Eduardo didn’t know why he said that.

"You?" Marcello asked, with mockery.

"You trust me, don’t you? I’ll help you" he said. It was more like an easy task for him. He spent most of his time as Carlo dealing with his father’s companies and handling contracts. He’s confident that it’s no different from what was on Marcello’s table.

Marcello burst into laughter, slipping his hands into his black hair.

"What does a slave like you know? You’re just someone without background and education. You just stick to what you do best while you leave this to the educated ones" he mocked.

Eduardo clenched his fist hard, hearing that.

’Uneducated? How dare he...?’

"All I have to do is sort these documents and approve the good ones. The household expenses will be calculated by me," Eduardo explained, but Marcello wasn’t still convinced.

"Don’t waste your time, babe. Just leave. I’ll finish this by tomorrow if I stay awake overnight" he muttered.

Eduardo moved closer to Marcello. Marcello looked at him, wondering what he was going to do.

"If you want to be helpful, get me more coffee"

"I don’t want to. Just go to sleep, will you?" He said.

"Huh?" Marcello furrowed his eyebrows. Within the blink of an eye, Eduardo raised his hand and hit Marcello’s neck.

His eyes rolled to the back and his head hit the table. Eduardo grabbed his hair and made sure he was asleep before pulling him to the couch. He cracked his knuckles and his neck before sitting on Marcello’s seat. He pulled it closer to the desk and grabbed the pen.

"Now, where do I start from?" He asked himself.

Eduardo spent a few hours focused on the job, even if he wasn’t given the job. He just wants to finish everything before Marcello wakes up. He must have been so sleepy that he even snored, sleeping uncomfortably on the couch. For some reason, Eduardo just wanted to get approval from Marcello. He didn’t want to be called a mere slave or mocked by him.

He spent six hours on the desk and finally dropped the pen as he heaved a breath of relief.

"I’m finally done!" He groaned, staring at his hand which was sweaty and stained with ink.

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