The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 49: Can’t Cope With Two Diabolos

Chapter 49: Can’t Cope With Two Diabolos

Viktor, after storming into his room, angrily threw everything that was on the table away. Everything came crashing on the ground, causing a clanging and shattering sound.

He even grabbed the mirror on the table and sent it to the floor.

"Damn it!" He yelled angrily.

His informer sneaked into the room through the window and saw the room looking untidy, with Viktor standing amid the mess. He was able to deduce that Viktor was in a very bad mood, probably worse. He has gotten angry before but has never smashed anything on the floor.

"Master, is there any issue?" The informer queried calmly, with his face still covered with his mask.

Viktor heard his voice and turned to look at him. He gnashed his teeth, thinking about Eduardo again and brushed his fingers into his hair.

"That blonde-haired bastard! How dare he! He’s distracting the young master, now he wants to steal my job! Should I just...kill him secretly?" He stared at his trembling hands.

"Master, you’re no longer as agile as you used to be in your youth. Eduardo can-"

"Shhh! Don’t fucking call his name here!" Viktor interrupted him. The informer lowered his head and corrected himself.

"I’m sure that ’bastard slave’ is strong enough to protect himself. What if you get caught trying to kill him?"

"He only knows me as a butler, but he doesn’t know I’m an assassin. I’ll end his life tonight and make sure the young master blames Bruno Leo for it" Viktor spoke as if he had made up his mind already.

The informer walked through the broken things on the floor and appeared in front of Viktor.

"Please, let me do it master"

"You’ve not met that bastard before, have you?"

The informer shook his head; he hadn’t met Eduardo in person before. He only gathered information about him and saw his picture on the profile.

"I haven’t" he replied, with a bit of disappointment in his voice.

"There’s no way I can let you meet him. That bastard is like a walking disaster. He’s able to charm anyone that sets his eyes on him. You’re unfit for this job. You should stay away from him also, or you’ll get charmed like the others," Viktor explained and found somewhere to sit. He was already tired after spending his time crashing everything in his room.

"Yes, I understand, master", He answered and took out a brown file. He handed it to Viktor. "It’s the list you wanted, master"

Viktor took it and pulled out the sheet of paper to look at the events and parties that he wanted Marcello to attend.

"Some of them require the invitation card to be allowed access to the party" the informer explained.

"A Diabolo doesn’t need an invitation to attend any party. I’ll pick the ones he should attend. I hope this will allow him to find a wife as soon as possible," Viktor grumbled.

The informer stood silent as he pondered on why Viktor told him never to approach Eduardo. He has been trained to be an assassin all his life, but he was only used for gathering all kinds of information.

He wanted to prove his strength and kill someone.

’If I kill him myself, will the master praise me and give me a chance to use my strength for him? Maybe I should kill that slave. That is the only way!’

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"Are you going to keep following me everywhere?" Eduardo grumbled as he slammed some foodstuffs on the kitchen island. The one behind him did the same thing, staring at Eduardo as if he wanted to gobble him up.

"I could follow you all day long. Besides, I have no friends here in Italy, wanna be my friend?"

"Don’t talk to me like we’re mates, Prince Nikolai. At least, have some dignity" Eduardo started filling the cupboards and refrigerator with foodstuff.

"I don’t have dignity, sweetheart. None of the Diabolo does. Oh! I miss my friend. He would have been in his manor, living his fake life"

"Why don’t you invite him over and maybe do whatever you want with him? I’m not interested in being friends with another Diabolo. One is enough for me" Eduardo ignored him.

Nikolai burst into laughter.

"I would invite him over, that’s if my cousin can get a wife within two months. If he gets one, he’ll become the head of the family. If he doesn’t, I’ll be the head and still invite my friend. You should meet him, Eddy. He’s fun, but he’s crazy. More crazy than my cousin" Nikolai winked at Eduardo.

"Not interested. If you aren’t going to help, leave already. You’re being a pain in the ass" he said.

"Fine, I’ll leave if you give me your phone number. I could leave a text and a few pictures of my dick so you’ll have a reason to stay up all night" Nikolai followed Eduardo behind, like a lost puppy.

Eduardo clenched his fist, pissed off at what Nikolai said to him. He wanted to punch a hole in his face but held himself back. He’s a slave and the man standing in front of him was his master’s cousin.

’Should I just punch him and apologize later?’

He wondered, staring at the sly grin on Nikolai’s face. He let out a sigh and gave a response.

"I don’t have a phone. Are slaves allowed to own one?"

"Hmmm. I thought my brother promised never to treat you like a slave. Why don’t I buy you a phone? You can use it to talk to just me"

"I’ll respectfully decline" Eduardo shook his head.

Nikolai held his car keys, jingling it over his head.

"It’s not like you can say no. It’s a gift that you have to accept. I’ll be back as soon as possible. Just wait for me here" he winked at Eduardo and walked out of the kitchen. Eddy stretched his hands, wanting to stop him but he left already.

’How am I supposed to cope with two Diabolos when I can’t even handle one? This is such a hassle’

He grumbled, slipping his fingers into his hair, with his left hand resting on his waist.