The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 74: Rejected Price!

Chapter 74: Rejected Price!

Marcello pulled Eduardo behind him as if he was protecting him from his father. There was an annoyed look on his face as he took one step closer to his father.

"What could be so important that you wish to discuss with him? Why do I have to leave?" He asked.

"Don’t make me force you outside, Marcy. You either have to obey me or I’ll do what I want by force. Just like I said, I won’t take much of his time" he replied, with a sly smile.

Eduardo tapped Marcello’s hand gently. With an assuring look, he whispered to Marcello.

"Don’t worry. I can take care of myself. Your father won’t do anything bad to be anyway," he said.

Marcello really wanted to believe that, but he can’t. He took one last glance at his father before stroking Eduardo’s blonde hair.

"Five minutes! If he’s not out by then, I’ll break those doors open and drag him out myself" he said and finally left. The fake garden immediately fell silent as soon as those double doors closed.

The old man tilted his head, seeing how firm Eduardo stood. He remembered when he met with Carlo, he trembled in fear that he almost peed his pants.

"Eduardo Rizo..." The old man called his name.

"Do you need anything to do with me, sir?"

"Do I? Let’s see..." He walked towards the table where they had their discussion and picked up his compound bow. He grabbed some arrows and threw them at Eduardo.

Eduardo caught them and was confused.

"You’re a slave, so I heard" The old man stretched his hand out for an arrow. Eduardo got closer to him and handed him one arrow. He fixed the arrow in the bow and pulled the arrow; he closed one eye and moved one of his feet back.

He released the arrow, and it hit the bull’s-eye.

"This is fun. Do you want to try it?" He asked.

Eduardo wore a slight frown on his face. He doesn’t know what this man is up to. He seemed like a normal old man with a normal hobby. He’s not bringing out human targets this time. He was hitting a normal red and whiteboard target.

He shot more targets till there was only one arrow left.

"This is my favourite weapon. I’ve used a lot of bows, but the crossbow is my favourite. Followed by this" he waved the family silver compound bow.

Eduardo wore an ’I don’t care’ look on his face.

The old man fixed the last arrow in the bow. This time, he was slow as he started speaking.

"There was someone just like you. He was always around my son"

Eduardo wished he could correct him. Marcello was the one who was always around him. He just folded his lips into a thin line, stopping him from saying anything. The old man continued...

"I warned him to leave my son alone or he’s going to regret it. Guess what, he regretted it. He’s dead. So... Tell me, how much do you need?" He asked.

Eduardo raised an eyebrow. He was holding himself from laughing. His cheekbone kept on twitching. He really wanted to burst into laughter. This scene reminded him of a drama series where the mother of a rich CEO who didn’t want her son to marry a poor and helpless cleaner bribed the cleaner with money to leave her son.

"Ah fuck!" He groaned.

"Did you say something?" The old man asked.

"No, I didn’t" he lied. He didn’t realise he said that out loud.

"I see. So, what do you say? You have no family I can threaten you with. Your life is a mess. If I were you, I would have jumped into the ocean and drowned. Your life is so pitiful that I can’t imagine me living that kind of life"

Eduardo smirked.

He understood that the old man Diabolo grew up in a rich household. He was spoilt ever since he was a child. He never knew what lack was. He had whatever he wanted no matter how rare or expensive it was.

He looked down on people who were below his status, but he was quick to befriend people who were higher than he was. He didn’t associate much with people who were in the same league as him because he believed he was higher than them.

"How much would you accept from me? Speak now and leave my son. A hundred million? Three hundred?" he said, stretching the arrow, ready to release it.

"I don’t need any money from you. I’ll only leave if Marcello asks me to leave" Eduardo replied calmly.

The man froze as his eyes widened. Immediately, he changed his target and released the arrow. It flew towards Eduardo. Thinking he could catch it, he waved his hand but it pierced his lower abdomen. He winced in pain and fell to his knees.

"Marcello? Did you, a mere wretched slave, just call my son by his name? The likes of you are the reason why the reputation of the Diabolo house is failing. Trash like you should be burnt so there would be no trace" he growled as he stormed towards Eduardo. He grabbed Eduardo’s face, piercing his fingers into his cheek.

"I gave you a chance and you wasted it. I could kill you right here and no one would care about your death. It’ll take my son a week to grieve over you and after that, he’ll find a new toy"

"You won’t get away with this" Eduardo gritted his teeth, trying not to touch the arrow in his body.

The old man grinned.

"Do you know why I prefer bows to guns? No one would ever hear it happen. If I had used a gun, those punks outside would have rushed in, but do you see any sign of Marcello? No! So I’ll always get away with it" he lowered his hand and reached for the arrow.

Eduardo thought he was going to pull it out but the old man pushed it even deeper and twirled the arrow in his body. He started to bleed even more.

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Meanwhile, Marcello and Nikolai, together with Philip stood outside. Marcello stared at his wristwatch and walked towards the door to barge it, but Philip stopped him.

"It has been five minutes. I’m going there to get what’s mine. Move out of the way, old man"

"I’m sorry, young master. But I can’t let you into the room" Philip stretched his hand, blocking the door.

Marcello snickered.

"Philip! Leave. The. Way. It’s an order. If I find out it’s too late before I get in there, you’ll regret being alive to see this day" he growled angrily. Philip flinched in fear. He had seen Marcello angry before but not this angry.

Nikolai also waved his hand.

"Nothing should happen to Eddy. I haven’t touched him yet" he said and then folded his hands. Marcello was too tired to react to Nikolai’s words. Philip slowly moved out of the way and Marcello barged into the fake garden. He saw Eduardo lying on the fake grass, hardly breathing and his father was in front of him.

He rushed towards Eduardo and saw he was bleeding profusely.

"Father!!!" He yelled. The old man stylishly hit his head with his hand.

"Oh my. It seems like I accidentally hit him with my arrow. Oh. My" he shrugged. His acting was so clear that he did it on purpose.

"He’s losing a lot of blood. Let’s take him to the car" Nikolai said, examining his wound.

"The hospital is a thirty-minute ride from here. He’ll die of blood loss before we get there" Marcello took a look at his watch. He looked at Eduardo’s face. It already turned pale. He gnashed his teeth together and punched the fake grass.

"If anything happens to Eduardo, it’ll be the last day you breathe", he threatened.

"Oho! You dare to threaten your own father because of a slave. I’m surprised, Marcy. I don’t know what you see in him. His blonde hair or blue eyes? You can find a lot of ladies out there who look just like him," he said.

"Be quiet now! I’d choose anything over you, Father," he replied. The old man grinned and shook his head in disappointment.

"If I hadn’t locked your mother up after we got married, I would have been convinced if I were told that you are a bastard. You have no regard towards me, your father!"

"Why should I? You treated me as a tool, anyway... Just as you treated Mom"

"Oi! If you keep arguing, Eduardo will really die" Nikolai said.

Marcello turned his gaze away from his father and focused on Eduardo.

They managed to carry him out of the fake garden and took him to the car. They headed towards the hospital as quickly as they could. Marcello already ripped the shirt open and saw the arrow sticking out of him.

"Stupid! Why didn’t you call me when you were in trouble? You said you could take care of yourself. Fuck!" He groaned.

He diverted his gaze to the driver who was peeking at Eduardo’s body through the mirror.

"Drive faster or I’ll pluck those eyes out"

"Forgive me, boss!" He yelled and stepped on it.

...

Back in the garden, the old man’s eyes were fixed on the spot where he hurt Eduardo. Philip looked at him with concern. Even if he acted cold to Marcello, he loved his son so dearly.

"Did I do wrong trying to separate those two?" He suddenly asked.

"I see nothing wrong with it, Master" Philip shook his head.

"Haha. You’ll always support me even if I’m wrong, Philip. I don’t want what happened to me to happen to Marcy. He must abandon that slave" he rubbed his chin. Philip nodded his head, agreeing. The old man parted his lips and also continued.

"Besides, that slave. He’s very... Uh, what’s that word again? Aha! Unique. He refused my offer and chose to be with Marcy instead. Look deeper into his past. I want you to find out everything about him, even the number of moles on his body"

"Yes, master" Philip bowed. The old man waved his hand, leaving the fake garden.

"Clean that mess up. I already lost my appetite to have more fun"

Philip raised his head as soon as he was gone.

"Eduardo Rizo. I’m sure he’s not an ordinary slave. He’s clearly a spy. There’s no way a slave would reject such an amount of money" He clenched his fist.