The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 55: Viktor’s Secret Revealed!

Chapter 55: Viktor’s Secret Revealed!

Eduardo wasn’t a bit surprised to hear that. He already suspected that Viktor was behind the reason for his death, but how? And why?

Why would he want to kill him? He did mention distraction. Eduardo rubbed his chin.

’How am I a distraction to Marcello? It’s not like I intentionally approached him or made him promise never to get married to an actual woman...’

Eduardo rubbed his chin. His thoughts won’t get him any answer at all. He raised his head and saw Marcello still sitting on the bed, with an angry look on his face. He couldn’t move a muscle on his face since he was still trying to process the news about Carlo’s death.

He remembered pulling the trigger over Carlo’s head and even blasting his family members’ heads right in front of him before finally killing him. Marcello stared at his hands, which were trembling. He’s ruthless, but one thing he doesn’t like doing is taking innocent lives. They had nothing to do with the cause of his anger or problem. His mother made him promise that before her death, and that’s why he can’t break it, but he already did.

"Y...young master, I swear, I didn’t do anything" Viktor’s voice trembled. He has seen Marcello angry but not this angry, especially when it’s related to him, Carlo.

’That bastard! Even in his death, he’s still a threat! I can’t let the young master end my life out of anger’

Viktor thought as he gritted his teeth. Immediately, he felt a strong hand, grabbing his hair. He stopped thinking and saw Marcello standing, with his finger in his old and grey hair.

"Young master, please. It was a lie. I didn’t kill him," he yelled, but Marcello didn’t listen. His fingers sunk deeper into his head and he pulled his hair harder.

Eduardo wished to follow them, but he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He ran from the door back to his closet to put anything comfortable.

After he ran outside, he bumped into Nikolai, who was shirtless. Just like his cousin, he also has a tattoo on his chest.

"Hey, Eddy! I heard the ruckus. What’s happening? Did my cousin go crazy again?"

"Not yet. I hope so..." Even Eduardo was confused. He didn’t know where Marcello had gone. But, it wasn’t the living room. It was quiet, and also, and there wasn’t any blood spilt on the floor. Eduardo scratched his itchy skull, trying to figure out where Marcello could have dragged Viktor.

"Hey, come with me. I know where he went to," Nikolai said, and they went downstairs to the first floor. After walking past the kitchen door, they found their way to the guards’ quarters where Viktor stayed. The other men stood outside the entrance, trying to peep into the room, making it difficult for Eduardo and Nikolai to pass through.

After some seconds of squeezing through, they both found their way into Viktor’s room and he was on his knees. Mario was also there since his room was close to Viktor’s. He heard the loud bang on the door and couldn’t ignore it. That’s when he rushed in and saw this unexpected scene.

"Boss, is there an issue?" Mario asked.

Marcello didn’t say a word. He would have shut Mario up as usual, but at that moment, he was too angry to even look at Mario. He sat on the old creaking bed with his eyes fixed on Viktor.

Eduardo and Nikolai finally entered. Eduardo thought Viktor would be an exception if Marcello was going to punish everyone. After all, he was the same man who raised him through his teens till he became an adult. He’s almost like a father to Marcello, but Marcello doesn’t think of him like that.

"You outside! Enter!" He called. The men outside were scared to even approach Marcello, but one of them managed to enter.

"Y..yes, boss"

"Search this room and bring everything that you find out here, immediately!"

"Young master!" Viktor yelled, dragging himself by his knee; Marcello kicked him right on his jaw, stopping him from approaching him.

"Start searching!"

"Yes sir!"

The guard finally roamed around, looking through the wardrobe and drawers. He found a gun, a few documents that were locked in the wardrobe and finally one that was in the drawer and was wrapped with a ’TOP SECRET’ tape.

"Please, young master, let me explain. I did all of this for you. I want to make sure you become the head and no one else" he said.

"You! Give me your socks" Marcello said to the same guard that did the searching. He didn’t know what he needed the socks for, but he took them off his body and immediately gave them to Marcello. His face flushed red in embarrassment as the socks were stinking.

Marcello took it anyway without caring. A stinking sock was what he needed anyway. He stood up from the bed he was seated on and approached Viktor.

"You don’t have permission to speak for now till I ask you to. So do yourself a favour and remain quiet" he forced the socks into his mouth and shoved him to the ground.

"These are all the things I found, boss" The guard stepped back. He never thought his socks would be shoved into the butler’s mouth.

Marcello waved at him to leave and he rushed out of the room. There were a bunch of documents that were on the table, including the one that was top secret. Eduardo wondered what kind of secret is Viktor hiding.

Marcello trusted him so much, but in the end, he betrayed that trust. Marcello picked a file with a familiar cover and opened it. It was the contract. The one that was supposed to be sent to the Morano family. Even their name was boldly written on it. All other files were sent out except this.

Eduardo’s heart felt heavy and at the same time, he was relieved. Marcello wasn’t the one responsible for his death, Viktor is. He could tell how sorry Marcello was for killing him as Carlo, just by looking at his trembling hands. Some of the other documents were just filled with information about Carlo and his family. What Carlo did that day, how he spent his time in his office and other things.

’This bastard sent someone to spy on me. I want to kill him right here, but I’m not Carlo right now. What I’m hungry to know is that top-secret file that’s in Marcello’s hand right now because he’s surprised to see it. Will he throw it away? Then I’ll pick it up and read its content... Huh? He ripped it. What exactly is inside that file?’

Eduardo was curious. His eyes met with Marcello’s dead eyes.

"Mario, get the silver gun in my office. You have thirty seconds for that. Hurry!"

Marcello turned his face away from Eduardo and stood up, ready to punish Viktor.