The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 59: Take Responsibility!

Chapter 59: Take Responsibility!

Nikolai’s eyes were still stuck on the stranger who was standing before him. Just like he thought, he looked just like Carlo. However, he never knew Carlo personally since his cousin threatened to kill him if he ever got close to him.

"You must be Nikolai Diabolo, right?" His voice snapped Nikolai back to reality that he scratched the back of his head. He accepted his handshake and nodded.

"Yes, that’s me. You’re not Italian, what are you doing in such a party?" Nikolai raised an eyebrow. He was already thinking of targeting Bruno and taking him home.

But Bruno, on the other hand, approached Nikolai for a reason. Of course, he could recognize him from afar, after all, he knew everyone close to Marcello. He spent his time learning about his Marcello, everything he liked and also disliked.

He was just stepping out for some fresh air when he saw Eduardo and Nikolai talking. Eduardo had a confused look on his face as Nikolai’s hand was on his shoulder.

’Isn’t that the bastard who stole Marcello from me? What is he doing here with... Nikolai Diabolo? I came to this party because I heard Marcello was going to be present, why isn’t he here? Fuck!’ Bruno frowned and was about to enter the building when he heard those words from Nikolai.

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

A grin appeared on Bruno’s lips as he thought of an idea. If he’s unable to meet with Marcello today at the party, he could always visit his home as his cousin’s one-night stand. He silently waited at the back for Eduardo to leave. Nikolai handed him his car key and he immediately ran out without turning back.

Bruno noticed his sad and disappointed expression after he left.

’So this dickhead also has feelings for Marcello’s slave. This is so funny, I could die of laughter. Well, let’s get on with the drama’

That’s how he approached Nikolai and acted like his partner that night. They didn’t have much to talk about, especially as Bruno couldn’t reveal the fact that he knew Marcello.

They kept on chatting...

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Meanwhile, Eduardo drove as quickly as possible to return to the manor. He was unable to feel at ease while Marcello was home alone. He didn’t know what kind of emotion he was feeling, as if he was attached to Marcello.

’Am I feeling like a lover now? For a man? No way!’

Eduardo shook the thought off his head. There’s no way he would want to be with a man. He was sure of that, but whenever he remembered Marcello’s touch around his body. Marcello’s warm lips wrapped around his dick, and the slutty moans came out of his mouth.

"Fuck! Do I have to think about that now?" He slammed his hand over his steering wheel and finally arrived at the manor. He turned off the engine and jumped out of the car. The sun has gone down but the day isn’t over yet.

"Hey, Eddy! What are you doing?"

"Did you forget something?"

"Come have some drink with us"

The guards rushed towards him, with their hands touching him inappropriately.

"I came back for something important. I need to go" he spoke firmly, but they still didn’t let him go.

"Aww, not now, Eddy!" He heard that mocking voice and saw the bald guy who was obsessed with him.

A deep frown appeared on Eduardo’s face.

"That’s enough now, I have to go!" he said.

"Wait, you fuckboy!" He rushed forward to grab Eduardo’s hand but a gunshot rang out.

Eduardo stopped and saw the bald man lying dead on the floor. The other men looked up and saw Marcello, with his gun.

"Fuckboy? How dare that mother fucker?" He yelled and diverted his gaze to Eduardo. "Of course, you’re always the cause of the problem. Get up here immediately" he said and stared at his men. Some of them stood there, trembling in fear. They felt guilty because they touched Eduardo and thought Marcello was doing to kill them.

"Clean that mess. Next time you touch what’s mine, I’ll cut your arms off and feed them to Bruno," he said and entered his room. They heaved a breath of relief, not even sparing Eduardo a glance.

"Tsk! My relationship with these people has gone back to square one" he grumbled and entered the house.

He went straight to Marcello’s room and knocked the door thrice. Marcello opened the door himself and gazed at Eduardo. He’s wearing the suit he bought him yesterday and he was pleased.

"Come in," he said and walked away. Eduardo entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Marcello took out a cigarette stick and lit it. His room was filled with cigarette butts and also, empty bottles of alcohol.

"You’ve been drinking?" Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you going to scold me? What are you, my mother?" Marcello snickered and walked himself to the couch.

"Why are you even here? I ordered you to follow my cousin" he frowned.

Eduardo looked around, thinking of what to say. He can’t just reveal that he came here just for Marcello. His eyes met with something shiny on the table.

The invitation card!

"Ah! Nikolai sent me to get back the invitation card. We weren’t allowed in without it" he lied. Marcello burst into laughter. He held his stomach and laughed for over two minutes before pointing at the card on the table.

"Go ahead and take it. Then, go back to the party" he said.

"Sure!" Eduardo walked over to the table and grabbed the card.

He took one last glance at Marcello who didn’t care about him at all.

"I’m leaving, already" Eduardo announced and walked to the door.

"Go ahead and leave" he spoke. Eduardo reached the door and grabbed the handle. He turned his head to look at Marcello’s uninterested expression. He thought Marcello would order him to stay, but, he wants him to go back.

"Once I walk past this door, you mustn’t hold me back, young master", he said.

Marcello was silent. There was no response from him. Eduardo let out a sigh and pulled the door open, immediately, someone from behind slammed it close.

Eduardo’s eyes widened as his heart started racing.

He slowly turned his neck and saw Marcello standing behind him.

"You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Fine, I give up. I want you to stay..."

"Then, I will" Eduardo replied, interrupting Marcello. Their eyes were locked on each other, with Marcello trailing his right hand over his face.

Marcello dropped the cigarette and rubbed his face, also slipping his hand into Eduardo’s hair.

"Since you decided to stay, babe. Why don’t you take responsibility for what you caused?"

"Huh?" Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows.

Marcello waited till Eduardo was off guard before pushing his shoulders down till he fell on his knees.

"Go ahead, and suck it. Suck it till I cum, babe. That’s your punishment for disobeying my order. Be an obedient slave and open that mouth for me, will you?" Marcello had a wide grin on his face.