The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 42: It’s Me, Nikolai!

Chapter 42: It’s Me, Nikolai!

Nikolai was having some time for himself when he heard his window creaked open. He thought it was a thief and then remembered that he was in the Diabolo house. There wouldn’t be a thief that could ever sneak in without getting caught. But, there’s one person who could.

Viktor’s informer.

He sneaked into Nikolai’s window and threw himself into the room. He took off his mask and his brown wavy hair came into view. His handsome features made Nikolai smile and bite his lower lips.

He was dashing and Nikolai was already interested in him. He walked towards Nikolai and handed him a letter from Viktor. He stopped staring at the informer and took the letter.

Nick opened it and scanned through the letter.

"Huh? So something like this happened. How careless of my cousin" He grinned and threw the letter to the bed.

"Master wants you to make your move already," the informer said.

"I’ll do so. I have prepared a plan. Don’t worry, everything will commence tomorrow" he winked at the informer.

"Understood! I’ll report what you said to me master" The informer lowered his head and was about to wear his mask. Nikolai immediately grabbed his hand, stopping him from putting it back on. The informer raised his head, looking at Nikolai with a serious expression.

"Do you have anything more to say?"

"No. But, to you, I have a lot of things to say" he smirked, speaking in a flirty voice.

The informer stood still and didn’t move an inch from where he was standing. He could tell what Nikolai wanted from him but he wasn’t going to give it to him.

He roughly snatched his hand from Nikolai’s grip.

"I’m not interested in any of the Diabolo men. Keep your filth to yourself" he put on the mask and jumped out of the room.

Nikolai sucked his lower lips, smiling hard. He was intrigued.

"He’s so cute. I want to steal him from that pathetic butler" he grumbled to himself. He turned around and he locked eyes with his luggage that was packed at the corner of his room.

"I wonder what kind of face Marcello would make if he sees me tomorrow. I should get it on camera" he grinned.

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The next day, Marcello woke up in the middle of the day after sleeping for so long. He was so exhausted after working three days and three nights straight without rest. He would have died of overwork, thanks to Eduardo who finished everything within a few hours. Marcello still couldn’t believe the speed Eduardo used to finish everything. He was sure that’s how Mario also did the work. But, it took him almost forever to do something

’Maybe I’m the lazy one’

Marcello jumped to a conclusion and walked out of the room with his long pants and no shirt. He rubbed his chest as he found his way to the kitchen to fetch some water for himself. He was still thinking of going back to sleep after getting the water he wanted. He would have called for his men, but he hasn’t brought himself to trust them yet.

He stumbled to the kitchen and saw someone with black hair, tall and had a familiar figure. He blinked repeatedly and suddenly let out a nervous laughter.

"Have I become so sleepy that I’ve started seeing that annoying brat in my kitchen?" He thought to himself.

"Hey! Look who is here, Marcy!" He heard that annoying voice.

’No! It’s reality! That bastard is really in my kitchen!’

Marcello slipped his hand behind and took out a gun. Nikolai dropped the butter spatula and raised his hands, seeing his cousin pointing a gun at him.

"Hey! It’s me! You’re not going to shoot your cousin now, are you?" Nikolai yelled, trying to avoid the gun but, Marcello followed him with the gun.

"How dare you enter my house? Who fucking let you in?" Marcello yelled.

"Young master, I allowed him in. The old master ordered that you let him stay here for the time being" Viktor intervened from behind, with his head lowered.

"Of course, it’s you! You’re the one bold enough to let him in" Marcello turned to look at Viktor, also pointing the gun at him. Viktor didn’t flinch because he knew there was no way he would get shot by Marcello.

"You think you can do whatever you want without my permission? I’m the master of the house, not you, Viktor. You’re just a servant! Maybe I shouldn’t trust you, as Eduardo said" Marcello put down his hand and turned back to look at Nikolai, who was chewing on the sliced bread.

"Fuck! What a way to ruin one’s morning" he grumbled and stormed out of the kitchen.

Viktor waited till Marcello was gone before he walked into the kitchen to meet Nikolai.

"He was going to shoot me" Nikolai grinned, leaning his on the island. He regretted not taking a video of Marcello’s expression.

"He has been brainwashed by that Russian slave. He doesn’t trust anyone in this Manor, not even me. Please, hurry and get that slave out of here"

"Don’t worry. I just have to meet with him later and then steal him from my cousin" Nikolai grabbed another sliced bread and bit on it.

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It wasn’t after a few hours that Eduardo left his room also, to get something to eat. He can’t remain in his room, starving to death while he’s in the Diabolo house. He went there and found out there wasn’t any bread left. The men didn’t prepare any meals because they’d been training hard. They were trying to build back Marcello’s trust for them.

"Who ate it all? It can’t be Marcello. That bastard doesn’t like bread" He complained. His stomach grumbled, announcing his hunger to the world.

He stopped by the island and he diverted his gaze to the bread pack that was lying on the floor. The person who finished it was too lazy to throw it into the trashcan.

"I better find something else to eat. So hungry..."

Just while he was staring at the empty bread pack, he felt someone’s presence behind him. The person pinned him to the kitchen island from behind and his warm breath could be felt at the back of his neck.

’This doesn’t smell like Marcello’

Eduardo sniffed the strange scents coming from behind.

He swiftly grabbed the butter spatula and pointed it at the person’s neck. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw who it was. The same face he saw at the restaurant when he was with Mario. He could recognize that face anywhere.

It was Nikolai.

Eduardo found this position odd and uncomfortable. It reminded him of the first time he met Marcello.

"Hey, Eddy! Did you miss me?" Nikolai asked with a mischievous grin on his face.