The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 58: Make Him Forget Carlo!

Chapter 58: Make Him Forget Carlo!

Marcello heard his name and his eyes widened in shock. It wasn’t because he heard his name but because only a few people called him that.

Marcy.

His cousin, his father and also, Carlo.

"Carlo?" He mumbled when he heard the name and diverted his gaze to where the voice came from.

He saw Eduardo, standing on the other side of the balcony. He stared at his cigarette and dropped it.

’Am I hallucinating? There’s no way Carlo would be here. He’s fucking dead!’

He exhaled deeply and stared at Eduardo who was standing on the other side.

"Aren’t you going to the event anymore? It’s almost time"

"No. You can leave with Nicky" Marcello waved his hand.

"What?" Eduardo raised an eyebrow. Marcello wasn’t going to the event and he even told him to go with his cousin.

"If you aren’t going, there’s no need for me to leave. Who’s going to protect you if I’m not here?"

"Protect me? I have a lot of guards and I’m strong enough to protect myself. I don’t need a mere slave like you to protect me. So, go with Nikolai. It’s an order" he said mockingly and turned around to leave. Before he entered, he paused and added a few words.

"And yes, tell Mario to take the food away, I’m not starving. No one should approach my room at all" he concluded and walked away.

Eduardo didn’t even bother to stop him since he didn’t show any sign of stopping. He slammed the balcony door closed and dragged the curtains.

’Now, he’s acting like a child. It’s almost 5pm. I guess I’ll leave with... Nikolai’

Eduardo left the room and relayed Marcello’s orders to Mario. Mario walked away from there with sadness on his face. He was worried about Marcello but since he has given his order, no one can disobey him.

After a few seconds, Nikolai was out of his room, wearing a stylish white suit. He wore it without any shirt, exposing his chest. Though, it wasn’t bare. His gold necklace was around his neck.

"I heard you’re coming with me, Eddy. It’s going to be just me and you tonight. Shall we?" He asked.

"I hope I don’t get captured with you and this magical dress of yours" Eduardo mumbled as he followed Nikolai to his car. They both entered and as Nikolai fastened his seatbelt, his eyes met with Eduardo’s silent glare. His eyes were fixed on the building as if he left something behind.

"Did you forget anything?"

"Nothing at all. Let’s go" Eduardo turned his head away from the building, trying to forget about Marcello.

"Okay, Eddy. Fasten your seatbelt; this is going to be a quick ride" Nikolai pushed the start button, and he drove out of the manor.

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After about thirty minutes, they arrived at the hotel where the event was being held. Nikolai was a bit excited to attend the event. He has been like that throughout the ride.

"Is your friend going to attend this event? You seem excited"

"Huh? No! He’s in Russia. He can’t come here because of a simple event. I’m just excited to find someone to ram into tonight" he bit his lower lips and winked at Eduardo.

Eduardo threw his face in disgust.

’All the things these Diabolos ever think of is sex!’

He opened the car and stepped out. His eyes scanned the whole area. It was filled with beautiful and expensive cars. People wearing expensive clothes walk elegantly into the building with their partners to have their invitations checked. The hefty-looking guards that stood outside the door were there to manhandle anyone without an invitation card.

"Thank goodness we came with one", Eduardo sighed.

"Huh? One what?" Nikolai asked, finally exiting the car.

"One of those. Invitation card" he said.

There was no response from Nikolai. He was silent as his eyes were fixed on those scary-looking guards. Eduardo moved towards Nikolai and asked again.

"You have an invitation card, don’t you?" He asked.

"Uh... I left it with Marcy and forgot to take it back"

"Let’s go back home. There’s no way we can enter without one of that" Eduardo pointed out. Nikolai let out a fake laughter.

"Don’t worry, I’m a Diabolo. We are respected anywhere we go" he spoke proudly. Eduardo was aware of that. The Diabolos are always allowed to enter any event without any invitation. However, no one knew Nikolai since he wasn’t even popular. Even if they knew him as a Diabolo, he could be thrown out for faking his identity or pretending to be a Diabolo.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go," he said, and they walked towards those hefty men. Eduardo stepped away from Nikolai as he made his way towards them.

"Card!" The first one stretched his hand towards Nikolai. Nikolai let out a fake laugh and placed his hand over the guard’s hand.

"I’m Nikolai Diabolo. Pleased to meet you"

"Another Nikolai Diabolo? Do you know how many people have claimed to be Nikolai Diabolo?"

"Oh my, how many people pretended to be me? How crazy. Anyway, I’m the real Nikolai. Can’t you see the tattoo, black hair and black eyes?"

"Those people had the same thing. If you don’t want to be forced back, step away!" They cracked their knuckles, preparing to attack Nikolai. Eduardo immediately came into the scene and pulled Nikolai away from their side.

"That’s enough! Let’s go back home" Eduardo frowned.

"No! Not yet! I won’t leave here till they recognise me" Nikolai stubbornly remained there.

"Hold on! You must be him"

"Ah! Prince Marcello’s slave. Then, that means, he’s the real Nikolai"

"Forgive us; please come in" They cleared the way for them.

Eduardo was surprised that he was already popular. Nikolai proudly adjusted his suit and walked in, giving them an ’I told you so’ look.

Eduardo was a bit disappointed. He wanted to head back home and try to speak with Marcello instead, that’s why he suggested that they head back home. As Nikolai was entering the main hall, he stopped and looked at the sad expression on Eduardo’s face. It’s the same look he had before they left the house as if he left something important at home.

He walked back to Eduardo and grabbed his shoulder.

"If you don’t want to come here, you can head back home", he spoke softly.

"Huh? What about you?" He asked.

"Me? I’ll be fine. Remember, I told you... I’m just looking forward to fucking someone tonight" he smirked.

"Then..."

Nikolai slipped the car key into his hand and tapped Eduardo’s shoulder.

"Go, come on! Go meet Marcello and make him forget about Carlo" he said.

"Thank you, Nicky!" A warm smile spread across his face. Nikolai watched him leave without even looking back.

"I’m no match for my brother, am I?" He grumbled.

Someone immediately walked towards him from behind and tapped his shoulder.

"Hi!"

Nikolai turned and saw him. His eyes widened as if he had fallen in love with the stranger. He has brown hair, and his eyes, though he wore fake contacts, were blue.

’Who is this? He looks just like Carlo’

"Ah! Silly me! I apologise for not introducing myself, I’m... Bruno Leo" he smiled warmly.