The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 63: Jealousy? 2

Chapter 63: Jealousy? 2

The next morning, Marcello opened his eyes slowly as he turned to the other side of the bed. He sat up and saw Eduardo on the other side of the bed.

He slowly slipped his finger through his messy dried hair before standing. He grabbed his robe from the ground and wrapped it around his body.

’Ah! Eddy slept here’

He grinned and walked to the balcony. A yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his hand, walking naked to the balcony.

His eyes met with the empty compound. His men were supposed to be outside, groaning and yelling as they did their morning training, but they were nowhere to be found.

’Did I wake up too early?’ He asked himself.

He looked back into the room and saw that Eduardo was still asleep. There was a short knock on the door soon after. He groaned in frustration and walked to the door to answer who it was.

He opened the door slowly and tilted his head, seeing Mario with a few documents in his hands.

"Boss, you weren’t at the office this morning," he said.

"What? Morning?" He furrowed his eyebrows. He had thought he had woken up early, but it seemed like he had woken up late.

"It’s past noon already, boss" Mario explained.

Marcello laughed and stared at the document one more time. There were just a few of them.

"Come in! I can just sign them swiftly and give them back to you" he said, pushing the door open. Mario tightened his grip around the documents as he stepped into the room.

It’s been a long time since he was allowed in and he was feeling nervous. He remembered how he always got excited whenever he was asked to enter Marcello’s room. But, it was different this time. He wasn’t as excited as he used to be

’Is it because of him?’

He wondered.

"Come in quickly, Mario. I don’t no time to waste"

Marcello’s voice snapped him to reality. He didn’t have time to look around the room. He just went straight to the couch in his room.

One after the other, Mario gave him the files that needed his signatures. Marcello signed as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t wake Eduardo at all. Whenever he remembers what happened between him and Eduardo last night, his face would flush red and his lips would curve into a smile.

"Boss, did something good happen? You seem happy"

"Hmm, probably" he shrugged and scribbled his signature on the last paper. "This is the last of them. Take it"

"Yes, boss. You have a meeting in a few hours with..."

"Cancel it!" Marcello snapped at him, not letting him finish his words.

"Oh... Okay, boss. If you need anything, let me know" he lowered his head and turned to leave. But, Marcello’s voice called him back.

"Arrange some lunch for two. I want something healthy and able to give energy. Make sure there is a lot of meat"

"Got it, boss. However, for two? Are you having a guest?" He was curious.

"Guest? No, I’m not having anyone. Bring it here; it’s for Eduardo," he said.

Mario’s face brightened when he heard Eduardo’s name.

"If it’s for Eduardo, I’ll take it to him on your behalf," he said.

Marcello’s expression darkened as a small frown appeared on his face. He thought Mario had given up on Eduardo, but seeing the excited look on his face, he immediately realised...

’Seems like he hasn’t seen Eduardo on my bed yet. I wonder what face he’ll make when he knows Eduardo and I spent the night together’

"Is there any need to take it to Eduardo?"

"You see, your cousin brought someone with him last night. They thought you and Eddy would join them for breakfast, but none of you appeared," he explained.

Marcello nodded his head as if he didn’t know the reason. He neglected the part where he said Nikolai came with a guest. His only concern was Eduardo.

"Don’t worry, he’ll eat everything once I give it to him. Just get them ready. Hurry now" he waved his hand.

"But, boss..."

"Mario, don’t make me repeat myself. If you don’t believe me, let me ask him myself" Marcello sprung up and intentionally walked to the bed.

Mario’s eyes followed his trace and widened when he saw him kissing a familiar figure on the bed. He did it without hesitation and it was a deep kiss.

Marcello shoved his tongue into Eduardo’s mouth, ravaging his lips like he owned it.

Mario clenched the document in his hand tightly, and he almost ruined it. He hated the scene in front of him. He just wants to walk out and forget about everything he just saw here.

The glare Marcello gave and also the drama he was causing on purpose is a warning or a threat. It’s just like he did in that plane. He warned him to keep his feelings away from Eduardo. He tried to, but he couldn’t just get rid of it entirely.

Eduardo opened his eyes after feeling Marcello’s lips over his.

"What the hell are you doing this morning?" Eduardo’s low voice questioned. He sounded tired and as if he wanted more sleep.

"It’s afternoon, babe. Would you like to have your lunch here?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, I don’t want it to sound like an order, so say yes" he smiled with his eyes.

As if he had a choice, Eduardo had no other option than to agree with that.

"Did you hear that Mario? My babe has agreed to eat here! So make sure to get everything ready as soon as possible" he said.

"Yes. Boss" Mario’s voice was low. He hurriedly turned and left the room. Marcello grinned after he left and turned back to Eduardo who wore a confused look on his face.

"Was Mario here?"

"It’s shouldn’t bother you now. Just sleep more. I’ll wake you up once lunch is ready" he winked.

Eduardo nodded his head and slowly closed his eyes. He swore he heard Mario’s voice. He wanted to ask why Mario was here but it would get Marcello upset.

They managed to end yesterday on a good note, but he doesn’t want to start the day by pissing him off just by mentioning another man’s name.

While he closed his eyes, unable to sleep, he felt Marcello’s fingers poking him on his face.

’What the hell is he doing now?’ Eduardo thought, trying his best not to show the angry look on his face. After all, he’s supposed to be asleep.

The poke continued and it hit even harder. Eduardo was about to flare up and yell at Marcello, but he couldn’t. Marcello’s weird question caused him to freeze on the bed.

"Now that we’ve had sex, what are we? Buddies? Friends with benefits? Or you’re just... My slave?" He asked. He withdrew his hand from Eduardo’s face and there was another kiss on his lips.

Eduardo felt it and still didn’t move, again! He was meant to be asleep.

"It doesn’t matter what you are to me; you’re mine, after all. No one is going to take you from me. Not the Rossis, not the Ivanovs" he added.

’Ivanovs? Why would the most wealthy family in Russia want me? Maybe I heard wrong’

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Russia...

Lady Ivanov had just finished robbing the mall of its finest and expensive dress; she watched her men take those clothes into her car.

"Handle them with care. One of those can buy your whole poor family" She frowned at the one who held her designer bag wrongly.

"Forgive me, madam!" He fell on his knees as he apologised on the streets.

"Stand up, you fool! Don’t ruin my reputation in public. I’ll deal with you once we get home" She gritted her teeth as people gathered, and they started to look at her with hateful eyes. She didn’t fear anything at all. After all, the Ivanovs have a lot of money. She could win them over with money, but she doesn’t need them.

"That’s the last one, my lady. Please, get in" The driver opened the door, and she elegantly stepped in. The car closed and she was taken home with her men driving in front of her and also behind her, just to protect her.

"Lady Ivanov..." The driver called. A huge frown appeared on her face.

"How dare you call me with such a despicable voice? Do you have a death wish? I could shoot you down, throw you out of this car and drive myself home"

"I’m... I’m sorry, my lady. I only wish to let you know that the young master will be coming today. The master would like to have dinner with everyone tonight"

"What? Why are you just telling me that now?" She yelled.

The driver secretly rolled his eyes, getting annoyed. Lady Ivanov groaned silently and bit her nails.

’Shit! How can he plan a family dinner without informing me, his wife? If it’s a family dinner, does that mean, that witch is coming also? This isn’t good’