The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 65: Before The Dinner!

Chapter 65: Before The Dinner!

A few minutes before Marcello and Eduardo went down to the dining room for dinner. Marcello, at first, refused to go downstairs to have dinner since he wanted to be with Eduardo for the remainder of the day.

However, Eduardo wished to leave the room. He was choked up being with Marcello all day. He refused to let go of him even after having lunch on his bed.

He felt like a wife, no, a pregnant wife with a super caring husband who wouldn’t let her do any work at all. It was obvious that ever since Viktor left the house, Marcello had been extra clingy to Eduardo. He doesn’t want him going anywhere as if he’s afraid that one day, he’ll leave.

Eduardo doesn’t know the reason and doesn’t bother to know. His obsession reminded him of when he used to be Carlo. There was not much difference between them and now.

"Can I leave the room?"

"Why? Do you have someone else to meet out there?" Marcello queried as he raised his eyebrows. He was lying on the bed with his head on Eduardo’s lap.

A little frown appeared at the corner of Eduardo’s face, but he held back his anger.

"I need to get a change of clothes and take a proper shower"

"This is my room, isn’t the shower working as you like? Do you want me to break the bathroom and rebuild it the way you like?" He raised his head and asked Eduardo. His eyes sparkled as he waited for an answer from him.

Eduardo let out a frustrated groan. That lie didn’t work. He just wanted to go away from here.

"You’re busy with your phone and I have nothing to do. Let me go downstairs and I’ll be back soon"

"Phone? Oh, I see where the problem is" Marcello smirked and walked out of the bed, towards the drawer. He pulled it out and brought out a new phone.

He waved it at Eduardo and threw it at him.

"I forgot to give you this, after I angrily threw- I mean, lost the first one I was supposed to gift you" he folded his arm and leaned on the drawer.

Eduardo started at the phone box, with an indifferent look on his face.

"Why would you gift me a phone?"

"Don’t you like it? It’s the latest model" Marcello tilted his head.

"I don’t..."

"Just wait, I’ll call my men to burn down the company..."

"Ha! Young master... I don’t need a phone" Eduardo swiftly completed his words before Marcello could make his call. He walked out of bed and got close to Marcello, handing the phone back to him.

"I don’t need it. You threw the last one in the trashcan, didn’t you?" He asked and Marcello’s lips twitched into a fake smile.

"How did you find out?"

"I was in the kitchen that day. I took it and kept it safely, but I don’t need it" he explained.

"Do you want me to order you to use one? I want the whole world to know you’re mine" He shrugged.

"How?"

Marcello opened the phone’s case and brought out the phone. He turned it on and started to set it in front of Eduardo.

He did everything himself but Eduardo could only stand and watch him. He, of course, wanted a phone, but not one with a tracker inside. He had checked the first one Marcello threw in the trashcan and saw it had a tracker in it. He was a hundred per cent sure that the new one in Marcello’s hands also had a tracker in it.

"As for the profile picture, I have a few pictures of you already"

Eduardo snapped out of his thoughts when he heard that.

’A few pictures? How did he even get that? What the hell is he up to?’

After a few minutes, he was done setting up what he wanted.

"Here you go. Never accept requests from anyone. I’m the only person you must follow" he said.

Eduardo took the phone and stared at the social media account Marcello opened for him.

Name: Eduardo Rizo

Job: Private Bodyguard to Marcello Diabolo

Bio: I’m taken, do not crush

’What the heck is this? Do not crush?’

"I don’t like it. The profile picture is a picture of me sleeping with a hickey on my neck. How could you even take this while I’m asleep?"

"It doesn’t matter, does it?"

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

A bunch of notifications started pouring into the new phone. They both peeped and saw that Eduardo had a lot of new followers just within a few minutes.

"With this, we can always talk to each other, and I’ll always know where you are. At the same time, I feel there’s no need because we’ll never be apart, Eduardo" he grinned.

Eduardo just lowered his head and stared at the notifications that kept pouring in. He wanted a phone but it wasn’t to look through social media or expose himself on the internet. No one would ever know that Marcello was the one who did all the setting up himself, they could conclude that Eduardo is just the weird one.

"I’m starving, let’s go down for dinner"

"I can call Mario here to bring something for us"

"If you aren’t going, I’m leaving myself" Eduardo threatened. Marcello raised his hands as if he had surrendered. With a soft look on his face, he walked down the stairs with him.

Eduardo slipped his phone into his pocket, ignoring the comments and notifications that kept ringing out.

They both walked down to the dining room. One of the butlers walked with Marcello.

"There’s a stranger in there, young master. Would it be comfortable for you to eat with him?"

"Him? Do you mean Nicky’s guest?" Marcello’s raised an eyebrow, and the butler nodded his head with his hands tucked between his legs. He was trembling in fear.

Viktor has always been the one doing all of the tasks related to Marcello, but since he has been sent away, the other butlers have to serve Marcello by doing well without any problems.

"Don’t worry, I don’t mind eating with them. As long as they don’t bother my Eddy" he shrugged.

The butler opened the door for them and they both walked in. Eduardo could still feel his phone vibrating in his pocket.

’Should I sit on it and accidentally break it? No, I’m sure he’s going to buy another one. This fucker!’

Eduardo shook his head and decided to focus as he entered the dining room.

"Hello, Marcello. It’s been a long time"

Eduardo heard that unfamiliar voice and raised his head.

He saw Nikolai seated close to his claimed guest and then, looked back at Marcello, who gritted his teeth with his hands clenched tight. His face had turned red in anger as his eyes were fixed on the stranger.

"What the hell are you doing here? Who the fuck let you in?" He growled.

"Me? I’m Nikolai’s guest" he replied calmly, with a smile on his face. Nikolai ignored the drama as he reached for the bottle of ketchup.

"I see, Nikolai’s guest" he paused and faced his cousin. "Nicky, You have ten seconds to take your guest out of this house, or there’ll be a dead body!" Marcello’s angry voice echoed around the house.