The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 44: The Third Rule

Chapter 44: The Third Rule

Nikolai also saw Marcello standing on the balcony, glaring coldly at them. His lips curled into a sly grin because he knew that glare was meant for him, not Eduardo.

He knew that his cousin didn’t want him around Eduardo, but he purposely took him out to buy some food. He thought he would be able to seduce Eduardo, to steal him away from Marcello but his plan didn’t work out as expected.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they both entered and chose the best seat. Nikolai called for the waiter and asked Eduardo to order whatever he wanted to eat.

He took his time, choosing some meals on the menu. He even asked that the other set he selected be packed, for him to take home. Nikolai furrowed his eyebrows.

"I never knew you were such a big eater. Was that how you grew your muscles?" He leaned his hand on the table, touching Eduardo’s strong arms with his fingers.

Eduardo pulled his hand away to avoid Nikolai’s grip.

"I’m not going to eat it all. Those are for Marcello" he spoke. The excited look on Nikolai’s face disappeared. He brought Eduardo here to have some fun and maybe forget Marcello, but Eduardo was still talking about him.

"Marcello isn’t a child. He can take care of himself, can’t he? He has a lot of men to do his tasks for him. He’s a dangerous person you must avoid" Nikolai tried to convince him.

"Aren’t you also dangerous?" He asked.

"I’m not. Even if I’m a Diabolo, I’m not as dangerous as my uncle and cousin" He lied.

Eduardo shook his head, refusing to fall for his lies. He has seen Nikolai and knows the kind of psychopath he is. He’s dangerous, but not as dangerous as Marcello. He could murder anyone with anyone and once he sees blood, his madness gets worse.

"Here you go!" The waiter arrived with some slices of cheese pizza and a plate of pasta. Eduardo wasted no time in picking his cutlery and dug right into his meal.

Nikolai watched him spin the pasta elegantly, with the use of his fork and ate slowly.

"I never knew slaves were taught how to use cutlery properly in Russia" Nikolai said.

’Shit! I did it again!’

Eduardo dropped the fork and cleared his throat.

"I learnt after watching my masters" he lied. It was also the same thing he told Mario when he asked.

Nikolai nodded, believing him. After a few minutes, he was done. The takeout he ordered for Marcello was also ready.

"Let’s head back" Eduardo sprung up.

"Now? It’s only been ten minutes since we left the Manor. Let’s spend some time with each other, shall we?" Nikolai’s face fell, like a child who didn’t want to leave the playground after a long day.

"If that’s what you want, I’ll find my way home," Eduardo said and turned around to leave the restaurant. Nikolai hurriedly went after him, slamming a few cash on the counter.

"Keep the change, sweethearts", he winked at them. Their cheek flushed red as they took the money.

’He’s so hot’

’I know, but I prefer the blonde one. His blue eyes are so dreamy’

Nikolai went after Eduardo and they drove home. They both alighted from the car, and Nikolai flung his hand around Eduardo’s shoulder, muttering some words to him.

"If my cousin ever gives you a tough time, come to me"

Before Eduardo could give him a response, he raised his head and saw Marcello glaring at them from the balcony.

"You had fun, I can see that. Get up here, now!"

Marcello ordered.

Eduardo pushed Nikolai’s hand off his body and swiftly headed upstairs to meet him. As he entered the house, he saw Viktor.

"The master has asked that you..."

"I know! Save your breath, old man," Eduardo cut him off, walking away from him. Viktor’s face turned sour and immediately relaxed himself when Nikolai placed a hand on his shoulder.

"How did it go?" Viktor queried.

"I’m afraid this is going to be a hard task. He doesn’t have any motive to leave Marcello’s side. It’s like he wants to be here. Maybe, he has fallen in love with his master. I’m sorry, old man, but I might not be able to help you with this one" Nikolai took his hand off Viktor’s shoulder and walked away.

Nothing has been going right for Viktor ever since Eduardo arrived. Nothing at all.

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Eduardo finally got to Marcello’s room. He raised his hand to knock, but Marcello felt his presence outside and yelled.

"Enter!"

He opened the door and entered Marcello’s room. He was welcomed in by the smoke from the cigarette Marcello was smoking. Eduardo ignored the smoke and tightened his grip on the brown bag he was holding. The air was filled with tension and also... Cigarette smoke.

"You had the nerve to leave the house without telling me, babe", Marcello spoke softly.

"You said you weren’t going to treat me like a regular slave. I’m able to leave the house anytime I want" Eduardo stood his ground, his voice firm and unwavering.

"I never made such a rule, babe", Marcello said, the tone of his voice changed gradually as he stepped closer to Eduardo. Eduardo stood still by the door, seeing the angry look on Marcello’s face. He never had another type of expression except that.

"I just went to get something to eat since I was starving. I also got some for you because I know you haven’t eaten any..." Marcello’s hand shot out, slapping the brown bag out of Eduardo’s grip. Eduardo’s eyes followed the brown bag that fell on the floor, and the contents in it spilt on the ground.

"Look at me, babe. I guess it’s time I give you rule three. Never go out with any man. Hold on, man? It should be anyone! Man. Woman. Don’t leave this house with any fucking human! Understood?" He said, but Eduardo’s gaze was still stuck on the food that got wasted.

"Are you even listening to me? Look at me!" Marcello forced Eddy to look at him.

"I brought that for you to eat and you threw it away" Eduardo was still concerned about the brown bag.

"Does it matter? It’s just a piece of trash!"

"There are a lot of people out there who are desperately searching for this ’piece of trash’. They need it to feed their dying children or sick siblings but you... You wasted it"

"Is this all about food?" Marcello was getting even angrier as Eduardo was ignoring him.

"Yes! Yes, It is! I shouldn’t be spending time with a sick bastard like you" Eduardo turned to leave but froze when he heard something for the first time from Marcello. An... apology?

"Fine! I’m sorry! I... I was just jealous that you were with my fucking cousin! Just don’t go out with him again!"

’The almighty Marcello Diabolo, jealous? Is this a joke?’

Eduardo was confused.