The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 54: Viktor: Caught!

Chapter 54: Viktor: Caught!

Viktor, for the third time, approached Mario. Mario saw him coming and sighed deeply. He was tired of answering the repeated questions from this old man.

"If you’re coming to ask the same question, my answer is the same. No, they aren’t back yet," Mario gave a response before Viktor got closer. He frowned and looked around.

"It’s been four hours and they aren’t even back yet. What if that slave did something bad to the young master? He shouldn’t be trustworthy" Viktor frowned.

"Don’t say that about Eduardo. There’s no way he would ever try to hurt the boss. Do you think the boss is some kind of little child that needs protection?" Mario clapped back.

Viktor gritted his teeth and moved closer to Mario to speak again, but they heard the door creak open. Marcello and Eduardo walked in, with the bags in Marcello’s hand.

Viktor saw it and again, wondered who was the slave amongst the both of them. Eduardo could notice the angry look on Marcello’s face, and of course, he knew the reason for such an angry look. While Eduardo drove the car into the compound, Marcello chose to take the bags into the house. He didn’t want Eduardo to see the little gift he bought for himself.

"Oh, look who is here to welcome us" Marcello spoke.

Viktor approached him and stretched his hands to collect the bags.

"Welcome back young master. You shouldn’t be carrying heavy things like this when your guard is with you," Viktor spoke to him, but Marcello didn’t mind.

"I chose to do this. I’ll take it up to his room"

"No need for that. Someone is staring at me like he’s going to kill me if I don’t take this bag from you" Eduardo forcefully took the bag from Marcello.

Marcello hid the other small bag. He wrapped his hands around Eduardo, placing his hand around his neck and in front of everyone, he whispered to him.

"See you tonight, make sure you leave your door unlocked"

Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows, thinking it was something important. He turned to head upstairs and his eyes met with Viktor. Viktor gritted his teeth angrily and just as he walked past.

Marcello watched Eduardo leave before facing Viktor and Mario who were waiting for him. He was relieved that his cousin was nowhere to be found.

"Young master, there’s something I need to discuss with you" Viktor lowered his head.

"If it’s not important, save it till tomorrow" he waved his hand as Mario approached him again.

"Boss, I need your signature on this document. Just one" Mario begged. As Marcello agreed to sign it, Viktor still followed Marcello.

"Young master, you told me to find any event you’d like to attend to find a wife yourself" Viktor reminded him. Of course, Marcello didn’t forget about that. After all, he still has less than two months to get a wife.

"I have an event to attend with Eduardo tomorrow. Don’t worry. Don’t come to my room or disturb me; I’m going to get busy tonight," he ordered and left. Viktor didn’t get what he wanted but Mario finally had the signature on the paper after a long day.

Sadness immediately washed over his face when he remembered how Marcello placed his hand on Eduardo’s body as if he was the one who owned it.

’Of course, he owns Eduardo since he’s the master and Eddy is a slave. I never had the chance to thank him for the food and also ask him if he saw... No way, if he saw me, he would have complained. Things better remain as they are’

Mario clenched his fist and walked away from Viktor. Viktor was still staring at the stairs even after Marcello had entered his room. The whole manor was quiet, except for the noisy men who had finished their training for the day.

They even saw that the chefs had returned and were a bit disappointed that they wouldn’t see Eduardo in the kitchen again.

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When it was nighttime, Viktor entered his room and saw the informer playing games on the bed. The informer could sense the familiar air around Viktor and was able to tell he was pissed off.

’Ah, shit! Is it Eduardo again?’

He wondered and turned off his phone. His eyes followed Viktor as he pulled out the last drawer and brought out a gun. The informer jumped up and hurriedly stopped Viktor from trying to put bullets in the gun.

"Master, I know how much you want to get rid of that slave, but it shouldn’t be like this. The young master is going to get suspicious"

"Don’t stop me, Alessandro. I’m going to kill that fucker. He dared to treat the young master like a slave. I know for a fact that they haven’t gotten that close yet. I’ll be better to end things once and for all" Viktor grabbed the gun from him and slipped a few bullets into it.

"Master, please let me do this. That way, the young master won’t get suspicious of anything"

"I’m doing this myself, so you don’t have to worry. I won’t get caught by anyone at all" Viktor said. Alessandro was still worried. He just had a bad feeling about this, especially as Viktor was going to use a gun.

Eduardo’s room is very close to Marcello’s room. If a gunshot is heard from Eduardo’s room, there’s no way Marcello won’t go to see Eduardo. If Viktor gets caught, then everything is over.

"Master, instead of using a gun. Use this instead. That way, everything will be over silently" Alessandro said to Viktor, handing him a clean dagger.

Viktor saw the worry on Alessandro’s face and decided to use the dagger instead. He unsheathed it and saw how shining and new it was. It was the first dagger Viktor gifted Alessandro.

Viktor kept the gun back in the last drawer and hid the dagger in his body.

"Once it’s after dinner, I’ll personally slit his throat"

"Good luck, master, please be careful", Alessandro pleaded. Viktor just waved and smirked.

"When have I ever been not careful? I’ll be back before you know it" he walked away and slammed the door close.

"I can only pray for your safe return, master. Because I keep getting this bad feeling that something is going to happen" he mumbled under his breath.

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And slowly, after having dinner alone, Marcello headed back to his room. He slammed his door closed, wearing a serious expression on his face. He walked closer to the mirror and stared at his reflection.

He unbuttoned his shirt and peeped to see the lingerie he was wearing. He smirked and grabbed a pack of condoms from his drawer.

"I wonder what face he’ll make when he sees what I’m wearing beneath" he mumbled and slowly headed to the next room.

Just as he had planned, Eduardo was in the bathroom, taking a shower.

The room was dark with only the table lamp that was turned on. Eduardo wasn’t a fan of light. He can’t sleep when the lights are on.

Marcello crept to his bed and slipped himself under the bedsheets.

"Do I have to do this? I feel like I’m losing my dignity all because of this Russian slave" he grumbled and remained there.

He was under the bedsheets, hoping to see the shocking expression on Eduardo’s face when he saw him. He could imagine what would happen already as he chuckled.

’Fuck! I’m acting like a child. Do I just leave from here and order him to fuck me? I mean, no one would reject a handsome prince like me...’

He snapped back to reality when he heard heavy footsteps. The walk was slow and the shoe made a soft thud on the tiled floor. Marcello suddenly furrowed his eyebrows, realising something.

Eduardo was in the bathroom, his footsteps supposed to be light. And also, he’s not supposed to wear a shoe.

Except the person who entered the room was... An intruder?

Marcello frowned deeply, wondering who it was. His men who were interested in Eduardo? Mario? Who would it be? Different images of his men flashed through his head and he couldn’t pick who it was.

The footsteps got louder and louder as they approached the bed. Marcello tried to control his breathing to pretend as if he was asleep. The hand slowly trailed around his body till it got to his neck.

’Whose hands does this belong to?’ he asked himself as if he had touched his men’s hands before. No one popped up in his head till he heard the low voice that sounded like a whisper.

"This will be the last night you’ll breathe, Eduardo. I’ll make your death as painless as possible. Don’t blame me, you’re just being a second distraction to the young master..."

’Young master?’

Marcello knew there was only one person who called him that in the whole manor and it was him, Viktor. But, he shook his head, not agreeing to that.

’There’s no way that would be Viktor’

He was so sure and the voice continued and let out a weak laugh. He was trying not to yell so he wouldn’t wake up the person sleeping under the bedsheets.

"I’ve gotten rid of Carlo Morano, why won’t I get rid of you? There mustn’t be any distraction for the young master to become the head. So long, Eduardo"

Just as he raised his dagger, ready to strike, the lights came up. Eduardo, who was standing close to the switch saw Viktor, holding a dagger over his bed.

"What are you doing there Viktor?" He frowned.

Viktor tilted his head to look at Eduardo.

"Huh? If you’re there, then who is..."

His eyes widened as the person under the bedsheets sat up, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Y...young master?" Viktor dropped the dagger and fell on his knees. He didn’t expect to see Marcello in Eduardo’s room; even Eduardo didn’t know what was going on, but after seeing that dagger in Viktor’s hand, he was sure that he would have gotten assassinated that night if he weren’t in the shower.

"So... You killed Carlo, Viktor. Would you mind explaining how that happened? Don’t you dare miss any details, or I’ll rip your head off myself, Viktor" Marcello spoke in a blank tone. But his eyes carried so much anger like he would rip Viktor apart, limb by limb.