The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 50: Try Harder, Nikolai!

Chapter 50: Try Harder, Nikolai!

"Do I have to sign everything if I’ve handed the work back to you?" Marcello complained, with the pile of familiar documents on his desk.

"These are important, boss. You’ll have to sign every one of them" Mario stood close to him, pointing at the spot that needed his signature.

"I just wanted to spend more time with my Eddy. He must be bored without me. Probably locked up in his room, crying..."

Mario remembered seeing Eduardo in the kitchen with Nikolai when he was heading to Marcello’s office. But he kept that to himself.

"I’m sure he’s also missing you, boss" he lied.

"What are these documents anyway?"

"Most of them are related to your companies. You’ve never visited them in person, so it’ll be difficult to understand them"

"I’m an introvert. I prefer to be at home or my club" Marcello shrugged, wearing a proud look on his face. Mario furrowed his eyebrows, wondering...

’Why is he talking so much today? It’s either he’s wearing a grumpy look and ignoring me’

"I doubt you’re an introvert, boss. Please, sign the next paper" He said.

It took him thirty minutes to finish what he was doing. Marcello slammed the pen on the table and cracked his knuckles.

"It’s finally over. What other information do you have before I leave?"

Mario hurriedly opened the tablet and went through what he had written.

"There’s nothing much to report boss. The criminal in the prison died a few hours after you left this morning"

"That’s a relief. What else?" Marcello answered with an indifferent face.

"There’s a bunch of gangsters that moved into your territory recently. Your men have threatened them, but they refused to leave. They need your permission to kill them or let them be"

"Let them be? Are there still people who wish to become enemies with the Diabolos? Kill them! I don’t want anyone staying on what’s mine for free"

"Yes, boss! That’s all for today" Mario reported.

Marcello pulled the drawer and took out a brand new phone.

"Did you lose your phone, boss?" Mario was curious.

"It’s a gift for Eduardo. The last time he went after that traitor, we were unable to know where he was because he didn’t have a phone. It’s normal for him to have a phone. Maybe if I give this to him, he’ll wrap his hands around me" Marcello was excited. He sprung up from his seat and walked out of the office.

Mario lowered his head as sadness washed over his face. He remembered what he saw this morning in Marcello’s room and unexpected heat rose to his face.

’I should get that off my head!’

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Eduardo was finally done organising the kitchen. The chef was fired when Marcello couldn’t trust his men anymore. Now, everyone has to fend for themselves. Eduardo had made the mistake of preparing some food for himself with the leftover foodstuff in the house. He learnt how to cook while in the Rossi’s mansion. There was no one on his side, so he had to learn the hard way. The meals he prepared himself, he couldn’t even feed them to a mouse because of how bad it tasted, but as they say... Practice makes perfect.

Throughout the time he was with the Rossis, he kept on practising till he could make something edible for human consumption.

After cooking dinner yesterday, the men entered the kitchen, tired after training for a long time. They were starving, but they were bad cooks. They could only fight and shed other people’s blood.

They were shocked to see Eduardo eating, and after taking his food from him, they pooled together some money to buy foodstuffs just so he could prepare anything for them. He was going to make something easy... Like pasta with marinara sauce.

Eduardo stared at the ingredients on the kitchen island and furrowed his eyebrows.

’When did the genre change to gourmet?’

He grabbed the knife first, staring at the washed vegetables. Just as he was about to slice them, someone jumped into the kitchen. He shrieked and allowed the knife to cut his hand.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, you’re bleeding!" Nikolai said, placing the new phone on the island. He held Eduardo’s finger, staring at his bleeding finger.

"Thanks to you! Get your hands off me!" He replied.

"Hold on! Let me disinfect it for you" Nikolai said.

Eduardo looked around the kitchen, trying to remember where he saw the first aid kit.

"The first aid is over there"

"Who said anything about using the first aid kit?" Nikolai grinned and parted his lips as he welcomed Eduardo’s finger into his mouth. Eduardo’s jaw dropped as he felt Nikolai’s warm tongue circling his finger, not just that, but also his saliva. It was so hot and his tongue was soft.

"That’s enough! I hate dirty things" Eduardo walked to the sink to rinse his hands.

"Dirty? Ouch! You’re not getting hard for me now after that short display, are you? Seems like I’ll have to try harder" Nikolai spoke and tilted his head, waiting for any response from Eduardo, but there was none. "You would have gone hard if it were to be my cousin, right?" He teased.

Eduardo heard that and imagined his finger inside Marcello’s mouth, doing the same thing Nikolai had just done to him. He immediately felt something throbbing down in his pants and he snapped back to reality.

"You felt something, didn’t you? I’ll have to try harder if I’m going to steal you from my cousin. Here’s your new phone. I’ll give you my number once you’ve set it up" Nikolai said, handing over the phone to Eduardo, who was wrapping his finger with a bandaid. Eduardo gazed at the phone and looked back at Nikolai.

"I..." He was about to speak when he turned his head to look at the kitchen entrance. He heard a sound from there and was curious to know who it was.

’I could swear I sensed someone’s presence, who was it?’

"Aren’t you going to take it?" Nikolai tilted his head.

"I told you I don’t need a phone from you. If you’re done, can you leave now? I have to get busy"

"Fine, I’ll give it to someone else. I hope he visits me tonight" Nikolai held the phone, thinking about the masked informer. "See you later, sweetheart!" He waved and walked out of the kitchen.

Eduardo heaved a breath of relief as he left. He was tempted to take the phone, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

’What if that brat finds out? Why am I even worried about him?’

He shook his head and immediately started chopping the vegetables.