The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 62: Jealousy?

Chapter 62: Jealousy?

Nikolai wore a cunning smile on his face as Alessandro pinned him to the bed. He raised his hand and trailed his fingers across his face.

"I thought I wouldn’t see you again"

Alessandro froze for a few seconds before he realised Nikolai was touching him. He slapped Nikolai’s hand off his face and sprung up from the bed.

"Don’t ever touch me"

"Fine, sweetheart. I won’t" Nikolai grinned and raised his hand as if he surrendered.

Alessandro turned his flushed face away and cleared his throat. He had forgotten the reason he was here. His heart was racing rapidly after Nikolai touched him. He was caught unaware by his sudden touch but...

’I don’t hate it’

He thought to himself.

He turned to meet his eyes and finally remembered the reason he was there.

"You brought that man here on purpose, didn’t you?"

"It doesn’t matter. Just let him do whatever he wants to do. It’ll be good if he meets Marcello, don’t you think so, sweetheart?"

Nikolai waved his hands like he didn’t care.

"He can’t! I... He’s busy with that slave boy," Alessandro diverted his eyes out of embarrassment.

"Huh? Busy? Oh, I see... That kind of busy" Nikolai lowered his head as disappointment laced in his voice.

"Are you also interested in that slave boy? I thought you’d be different" Alessandro sounded like he was scolding Nikolai.

Nikolai sensed the jealousy in his voice and pulled him closer to his body. He grabbed his chin and smirked.

"What’s that sweet smell I perceive from you? Jealousy?"

"What are you talking about? And get your filthy hands off me! I only came to report on my master’s behalf. Even if he has been sent out of here, he still cares deeply about your damn cousin that tried to kill him" Alessandro clenched his fist tight. Nikolai smiled, looking at the cute expression on his face.

"Don’t worry, Bruno Leo won’t touch a strand of Marcello’s hair. The only person he wants to get rid of is Eduardo and Marcello won’t let Bruno lay a hand on Eduardo. That’s how the game goes" He smirked.

Alessandro furrowed his eyebrows. He doesn’t know what Nikolai was thinking. First, he speaks like he likes Eduardo, and after a few minutes, he acts like he doesn’t care a bit about Eduardo.

He frowned.

’I knew all these Diabolos only see people as toys. How disgusting!’

He walked to the window and was about to jump down.

"Keep an eye on your cousin. That message is from the master" he added and finally left.

Nikolai’s lips curved into a smile as he leaned back on the bed again.

"Too bad I didn’t get to be with him for too long. He’s so soft" he raised his palm, staring at it.

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Meanwhile, Bruno was still strolling around the house. He already went to the first floor to search the cellar. He took whatever bottle caught his attention, just so he could make an excuse if caught.

He went back upstairs to the second floor and started trailing his hand around the wall. His footsteps were slow and calculating as if he was taking his time to intrude the house.

"According to the information I got, Marcello stays on the second floor. His room is twenty steps away from the stairs. It has a brown door, with a sealed room that’s soundproof" he grumbled as a huge grin appeared on his face. He finally appeared in front of the door, traced his finger all over the door, and leaned on it, sniffing it. He couldn’t get the huge smile off his face.

"Behind this door is Marcello. I... I want to see him. I want to hold him and spread my legs for him. I could die peacefully with his dick stuck inside me"

He stretched his hand and grabbed the handle. Slowly, he pushed the door open and peeped inside. The sound of laughter cleared the grin off his face.

’Huh? Marcello isn’t alone? He never lets anyone into his room. Who is it? Who could it be?’

"That’s enough now, young master. You’re being childish" Eduardo’s voice responded to Marcello’s laughter.

Bruno gritted his teeth hard and peeped more to see Eduardo blow-drying Marcello’s hair.

Marcello wasn’t a fan of drying his hair. That’s why he goes around with his signature wet hair. However, after they had both showered, Eduardo suggested to help him dry his hair. Marcello couldn’t reject his offer, so he let him.

As the hot air touched his neck and also his ear, it felt ticklish, making him burst into laughter.

"I’m sorry, babe. Go on, I won’t laugh anymore" he promised and cleared his throat. Eduardo turned on the air dryer and the hot air touched Marcello’s ear. He yanked his body off the chair and started laughing.

Eduardo wore an indifferent look on his face. He doesn’t understand how the hot air made him laugh so much. Marcello shoved Eduardo to the chair as he was thinking so deeply.

"What are you doing?" Eduardo regained his focus, wearing a confused expression.

"Drying your hair, what else would it be, babe?"

"You can’t do that to a slave" Eduardo tried to stand up but Marcello pinned him down to the chair.

"Don’t even think of standing up or I’ll shove my cock down your throat"

"What are you, sex deprived?" Eduardo asked and let him dry his hair.

Bruno watched everything. The only thing holding him from going into the room and smashing the bottle of alcohol on Eduardo’s head was the popular butler who had always protected Marcello since he was young.

He doesn’t want to bump into that man at all, or he might get sent out of the house.

’Who knew the famous devilish Marcello Diabolo had this side of him? And he let only him see it. That fucking slave from Russia! How...how dare he? I want to be the one sitting there while Marcello touches my hair. I want to be the one laughing with him, so why??? Why does it have to be that low-class slave? Maybe, it’s time to get rid of him. If he’s out of the picture, Marcello will finally look at me. Just wait, Marcy; it’ll only end when you and I get together!’

He slowly closed the door and turned around to leave.

"Huh?" Eduardo heard a soft thud and turned his head.

"What is it, babe? Are you distracted?"

"No, I felt the door just closed. Maybe, it’s my head" He shook his head.

"Of course, it’s your head. Want to go to bed? Let’s have one last round before we sleep" Marcello dropped the air dryer and leaned his head on Eduardo’s shoulder, sniffing him.

"No way! We already did it in the bathroom. I wish to sleep, I’m tired" Eduardo rolled his eyes. He was tired of hearing those words already.

"Mmm, that wasn’t enough. My hole needs to get used to your huge cock" he slid his hand down his chest and was about to grab his cock from the pant he was wearing. Eduardo grabbed his hand swiftly.

"You’re being a bother, young master. At this rate, you won’t do your job tomorrow after your hole wears out"

"I don’t need to work tomorrow, do I?" Marcello asked. Eduardo tutted his teeth at his response. Marcello walked in front of him and leaned on the chair. He took off the robe he was wearing and pushed his body forward, planting kisses on Eduardo’s face.

"Don’t worry; all you need to do is get it hard, and I’ll do the work," he winked.

"I hate you, young master"

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Bruno went back to the room and saw Nikolai asleep on the bed. He frowned and placed the alcohol bottle on the table. He walked closer to Nikolai who remained still on the bed.

"He looks nothing like my Marcello, yet they have the same blood running in their veins. Sorry, Nicky, I’ll have to use you more tonight and probably tomorrow," he revealed. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He turned away to answer the call. It was from one of his men. He swiped the dancing green button on the screen and flipped the phone to his left ear.

"Yes?"

"Boss, we didn’t find you at the party"

"Ah! I forgot to let you know... You boys find somewhere to sleep tonight. I’ll spend my night in the Diabolo mansion" he smirked, not hiding the excitement in his voice.

He was so happy to follow Nikolai home that he forgot to tell his men about his movement. He turned his head to make sure Nikolai was sleeping before he said again.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll disconnect the call now"

"Wait, boss. We just got an intel. The assassin butler has been sent out of the Diabolo house"

"What? When was that?" His eyes widened in shock.

"I’m not sure about that, boss. However, he betrayed his young master, that’s why he was sent out after receiving a few bullets in his body"

"I see. I’ll hang up now" he disconnected the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.

A grin from ear to ear appeared on his face.

"That’s the reason I didn’t see that old man around here today... This is good news"

Nikolai, who had been pretending to be asleep, opened one eye.

’Oops, seems like news about Viktor has been revealed to the public. This is... Bad? But, I don’t care anyway!’

He closed his eye and pretended to be asleep.