The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 69: Is Marcello The Culprit?

Chapter 69: Is Marcello The Culprit?

Fabio had thought of a way to sneak into the room to see Viola. He was unable to get her off his mind since everything about her reminded him of Eduardo. He reached her door and noticed it was locked. He rubbed his chin and a grin appeared on his face.

"She must have locked herself in to keep me out. So cute, Viola" he mumbled and went to the room close to her room.

He waited on the balcony for her to finish her discussion with whoever she was talking to on the phone. After a short while, she was done with her phone call. As soon as she walked into the room, Fabio saw the chance to jump into her balcony. He did it with so much ease since he has been doing it ever since he was a kid. That’s how he sneaked into Eduardo’s room at night whenever his mother warned him to stay away.

Though, he failed a few times before he finally got used to it. He broke his bone and dislocated his arms during his first few trials.

Even after the injury, he didn’t stop. He continued till he became perfect.

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Fabio sneaked into the room as slowly as he could. He didn’t want to get noticed by Viola. He noticed that even after standing behind her for over two minutes, she didn’t notice till she muttered a few words.

"All of this is his fault!" She grumbled.

Fabio leaned forward to her ear and whispered.

"Whose fault?"

He did that to grab her attention. After watching her shriek in fear, he smiled at her.

The dress she was holding fell on the floor, exposing the bra she was wearing.

"You... How did you fucking get in here?" He asked.

"You’ve grown a lot, Viola. Then, you didn’t have these" he poked her breast with his finger. Viola frowned deeply. Without thinking twice, she raised her hand and hit his cheek hard.

"Don’t you fucking touch me you pervert!" She picked up the down and pinned it on her chest.

Fabio trailed his finger over the cheek that got hit. It was painful. It was even the spot where his mother hit him after dinner. But, it wasn’t enough for him to get upset with Viola.

"You grew your hair again, Viola" he took a few steps towards her.

Viola stepped back, moving away from him. She moved back, without taking his eyes off him just so he won’t try to touch her. She was also ready to attack him if he tried to do anything.

Again, she was wondering how he got in. She took a quick glimpse at the balcony and gritted her teeth.

’I guess it’s my fault. I left the balcony door open. I had forgotten this bastard loves to jump like a monkey. Curses!’

"Don’t move away from me now, Viola. I just want to have a chat. I won’t hurt you" he grabbed her hand when she lost focus.

"I know you won’t hurt me physically. You’re only going to do whatever you did to my brother. I’m not Eduardo. Eduardo is dead. If there’s anyone responsible for his death, it should be you!" Viola yelled.

He let go of her and she fell on the bed, letting out a soft groan.

"But... I didn’t kill him. I didn’t kill Eddy. I would never kill him. He died in an accident" He grabbed his white bleached hair, looking confused. He always goes mad whenever Eduardo’s death is mentioned.

Viola made it worse and went on to explain everything. She slowly slipped her hand into her handbag that was behind her to reach for a stun gun.

"How are you sure about it? Your mother is the only one capable of killing Eduardo. Do you know why? It’s because you were obsessed with him. Only if you had just left Eduardo and let him live like he was dead, he wouldn’t have grabbed your mother’s attention. Do you fucking understand now?" She yelled.

"No! No! No! I didn’t... I would never allow my mother to kill Eduardo. She won’t. What if Eduardo is alive? You... Haha! You are hiding Eduardo from me, right?" He started laughing like a maniac. Viola pointed the gun at him since he was taking a few steps closer to her on the bed.

"How can you hide Eduardo from me? He’s alive, right? I want him back. He belongs to only me! He’s mine!"

Viola pulled the trigger and shot the laser at him. She watched Fabio get stunned. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell on her body.

With disgust written all over her face, she pushed him away.

"Fuck! Maybe staying here is a bad idea. Should I just book a hotel instead? Maybe he won’t be able to climb the walls. Hold on, what if he’s able to. This bastard!"

She swiftly wore something comfortable and pulled Fabio from her bed. She used every strength in her to pull him out of her room and left him lying on the cold tiles, along the hallway.

She went back into her room and slammed the door lock.

’That should keep him away for some time. I wish I could leave, but I won’t be able to investigate that witch properly if I’m not close to her. If I have to investigate her, I’ll have to start from her office. Don’t worry, Mom, Eduardo... I’ll avenge your death!’

She clenched her fist, wearing a determined look.

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In Italy...

Eduardo stood in front of the mirror, dabbing the towel to dry his wet hair. He had finished having dinner with Nicky and Marcello. It took a lot of pleading to get Marcello to let Eduardo sleep alone that night. He wanted to disagree but after receiving a call from his club manager, he had to leave the house.

And also, the phone he was gifted with kept chiming on and on. He wished he could smash it to the ground. He ignored it and finished wearing one of the nightwear Marcello picked for him. It was white in colour and had a yellow printed sponge over it.

An angry vein popped at the side of his head as he realised...

’Is this... SpongeBob? How could he buy... Argh!’

He was upset, but since he was alone in his room, he decided to wear it.

He grabbed his phone and went to the bed, wearing his SpongeBob... No, yellow printed nightwear. He scrolled through the numerous notifications on his phone.

It’s been three hours since he opened his new social media account and he has over ten thousand followers. The only person he was following was Marcello Diabolo. He clicked on the profile, and his eyes widened when he saw the number of followers he had.

When he was Carlo, he wasn’t interested in social media. Marcello had just a million followers. Now, it has increased to twenty million people.

’Just how famous did he become?’

The only person he was also following was Eduardo. He wasn’t even following his father.

There were a bunch of message requests. Some men send him pictures of their dicks, trying to lure him to cheat on Marcello.

- Hey! This is a picture of my dick. I can fuck you so well. This is my contact... Call me if you’re interested.

- I could fly you from Italy to Thailand. Just text me if you’re ready to abandon Marcello Diabolo

- Hey! Eddy! It’s me, Nick-

"No!"

Eduardo didn’t read the third message before he cancelled the tab. He looked at the blank screen, wondering what to do with the phone.

One name appeared in his head. He turned the phone back on and searched for the name.

’Nadia Rossi!’

Even if he had abandoned her and had sworn loyalty to Marcello, he still couldn’t forget the one person that has been there for him since he found himself in this new body. If it weren’t for Nadia Rossi, he would have been bullied so badly, and he wouldn’t have been able to get to Italy.

"She should be doing well since she’s the daughter of a mafia", he grumbled as he rubbed his hairline.

The search loaded and a few pictures came out. He saw a few pictures of Nadia on the internet. She had a huge smile on her face and she was really beautiful. As he scrolled lower, he saw the picture of the Rossis mansion, burnt down. He sat up and his eyes widened in shock.

"When? How did this happen?" He asked himself. He clicked to read more and as he glanced through the news, he realised that they were all dead.

That was what the reporters assumed since they couldn’t recognise anyone. Everyone was burnt beyond recognition in the fire. They didn’t even bother to do an autopsy since someone made sure of that.

Eduardo still couldn’t believe his eyes. He closed his mouth and shook his head in disbelief.

"No way! This can’t be true. How can they die so suddenly? Hold on, if they died some weeks ago, it also matches with the same period Marcello had my slave papers. Does that mean... Marcello killed them?"

He looked at the phone again and saw a sentence written in bold letters.

’THE CULPRIT WAS NEVER FOUND’

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