The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 43: Viktor’s Failed Plan!

Chapter 43: Viktor’s Failed Plan!

’Why is this bastard here? Did Marcello let him in?’

Eduardo thought to himself, as he narrowed his gaze. Nikolai touched his chin, forcing Eduardo to look back at him.

"Don’t take your eyes off me. I came here for you, don’t ignore me now" he spoke, with that mischievous grin still on his face.

Eduardo was still holding the butter spatula against his neck. He immediately beat Nikolai’s hand off his chin and allowed the metal spatula to touch his neck.

"I have something dangerous in my hand so you better watch your words. I won’t want to be the one responsible for your death" he warned.

Nikolai burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You’re so cute, Eddy! There’s no way that blunt thing can slit my throat. So, put it down!" He pushed the spatula down, creating more space between them. Eduardo was uncomfortable. He had the urge to push him away, but he couldn’t. He’s just a sla... A servant in the house.

Since there was nothing for him to eat, he’d rather head back to his room and remain there till it was time for dinner.

Unexpectedly, his stomach growled again and the kitchen fell silent. Nikolai bit his finger, holding back his laughter.

"So you’re starving. Come with me. Let’s get you something to eat"

"No!" Eduardo gave a quick response. If Marcello finds out that he followed Nikolai, it might cause a problem. Even without Marcello finding out, he still doesn’t have the urge to follow Nikolai.

He has never been comfortable around Nikolai even when he was Carlo.

They’ve only met a few times and those times were so uncomfortable. He was always being clingy and asking what relationship he had with Marcello.

"Are you scared of your master? Don’t worry, as long as you’re with me, he won’t do anything. So, follow me," Nikolai said, and Eduardo still refused to move from where he was standing. Nikolai walked back to him and pulled Eduardo’s hand, walking him out of the kitchen.

Within a few seconds, they managed to leave the house together, and Viktor watched everything. He was relieved to see Nikolai driving out of the Manor with Eduardo.

"I guess everything will be over soon" He spoke to himself, but his voice was audible enough for his informer to hear.

"Are you sure it’s going to work? That slave is a stubborn one, and it would be difficult to separate him from the boss," The informer explained.

Viktor was already aware of that. Marcello didn’t want to let go of Eduardo, that’s why he kept his slave papers safe.

"Let’s just watch and see. For now, follow them"

"Yes, master!" The informer spoke and vanished into thin air.

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Viktor walked out of his room and was strolling through the hallway when he heard Marcello’s door creaking open. He stepped out, all dressed up in his designer wear. Even his hair was styled.

"You’re going somewhere, young master?" Viktor asked, even if it was obvious.

"Yes, I am. You can see it yourself"

Marcello grabbed his phone to check the time. It’s already afternoon and he wanted to go out to have lunch with Eduardo. Viktor thought he was going to be the one following Marcello, but...

"Where is Eduardo? Fetch him from his room immediately" Marcello ordered. Viktor, with a slight frown on his face, lowered his head. He was pleased to tell Marcello about him leaving with Nikolai.

"He left the house with Nikolai. I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop them" he said and waited to hear Marcello flare up in anger.

However, Marcello didn’t. He heard a calm response instead.

"Left with Nicky, huh? I’ll order some food then, tell him to report to my room once he arrives," Marcello told him and turned to enter the room.

Viktor heard that and raised his head to look at Marcello. He wore a calm look on his face and he didn’t look like he was going to get mad at his cousin or Eduardo.

"Young master, shouldn’t you punish the slave... I mean, Eduardo, for leaving without your permission?" Viktor asked, secretly clenching his fist.

"Why? Do I have to? If there’s anyone I should punish, it should be you, Viktor. Maybe you’re getting too old to realise your mistakes, but let me tell you this: Eduardo isn’t a regular slave. He’s my bodyguard and someone I own. He’s my property and I’ll do whatever I want with him! Do. You. Understand?"

Viktor nodded as sweat buds gathered at the corner of his head.

"I apologise, young master", he said. Before he raised his head, Marcello had entered the room and slammed the door close. His eyes flashed with anger.

’Fuck! This wasn’t what I expected!’

He gnashed his teeth, angrily.

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Marcello, on the other hand, leaned on the door after speaking to Viktor. He was furious that Eduardo left with Nikolai, but he didn’t want to show it in front of Viktor. He was already aware that Viktor didn’t like Eduardo one bit, and it was the same when Carlo was still alive.

He could remember whenever he met with Carlo outside the Manor, Carlo would always ask him questions that he wasn’t aware of.

"You’re back from the States?"

"I never went to the States. I’ve been at home, doing nothing," he would reply, and Carlo would get confused.

"Your butler told me you went to the States. Maybe he made a mistake:" Carlo would overlook it, but Marcello wouldn’t. He preferred to spend most of his time with Carlo, but Viktor was always there to ruin that. Viktor wants him to get married to a woman and become the head of the family immediately, but Marcello isn’t ready to be committed to a marriage. He was going to be like his father, who never loved his mother. His father got married just for the same purpose: to make an heir to the Diabolo house.

"Fuck! Nikolai had better not do anything to Eduardo, or else I’ll fucking kill him," he grumbled.

He heard the sound of the engine rumbling downstairs and rushed to the balcony to see Nikolai’s car. Eduardo alighted from the car with a brown paper bag. Nikolai, on the other hand, exited the car empty-handed. He rushed towards Eduardo and placed a hand over his shoulder as if they’d been friends for over ten years.

Marcello saw his cousin’s hand wrapped around Eduardo. He clenched the top iron rail so tight that his palm was red and his veins were bulging through his skin.

As if Eduardo felt someone’s cold gaze glaring at him, he stopped walking and raised his head to see Marcello’s icy stare.

"You had fun, I can see that. Get up here, now!" His voice was low but, both Eduardo and Nikolai could sense the anger in his voice.