The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 75: At The Hospital!

Chapter 75: At The Hospital!

Eduardo was taken to the hospital. The doctors immediately attended to him, after seeing Marcello with him. The hospital was in chaos when they heard of his arrival. Marcello wasn’t the kind of person that visited the hospital. Murmurs filled the air and people were glancing at him where he waited.

"Was he shot with a bullet?"

"Why did he come to this hospital?"

"I heard his bodyguard got stabbed. He’s so handsome"

They were all curious.

Marcello leaned on the wall close to the theatre Eduardo was taken into. His hands and clothes were stained with blood. He could imagine how those doctors were staring at Eduardo’s body and piercing his skin with sharp needles. Nikolai strolled towards him and handed him a clean handkerchief.

"Here you go. You look like a mess. Clean yourself up" he said. Marcello folded his hand and gazed at his cousin.

"Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to head home?" He asked, rejecting Nikolai’s handkerchief. Nikolai withdrew his hand and slipped his handkerchief into his pocket. He really didn’t want to be here. He was already heading home when he got a call from Viktor and also, someone important visited.

"I’m here because Eddy got hurt" he lied. Well, he did care about Eduardo.

"Eddy? You still have eyes for him? You call him Eddy? Did he give you permission to call him that?" he growled, taking his body off the wall. Nikolai waved his hand and shook his head, denying it.

"Of course not. Haha! I thought we were close enough to call him that" He laughed and looked around.

"Head back home. I’ll stay here until he wakes up. That old man hurt him. Should I just kill him for stabbing my Eduardo with that arrow?" he looked at the theatre one more time.

"You can seriously kill your father because of him, can you? He’s alive, so let it be. Besides, you can’t stand here, waiting for a slave... I mean, your bodyguard, to wake up. There are too many eyes around, staring at you and watching your every movement. What if it gets on the news and people see Eddy as a weakness? You have a lot of enemies, Marcy" Nikolai touched his shoulder. Marcello pondered on what he said. He really wanted to stay with Eduardo till he opened his eyes, but if he showed too much concern for Eduardo, he could be seen as a weakness. He ran his fingers into his hair and let out a sigh.

"Fine! I’ll send a few men to watch over him. Make sure nothing happens to him. If anything happens, I’ll kill you myself, Nicky," he poked his cousin’s chest. Nikolai smiled and waved his hand at his cousin.

"Enough with your threats. You may leave now" he said. He watched Marcello walk down the hallway till he entered the elevator. Till the elevator door closed, the fake smile remained on his face. As soon as Marcello was gone, he groaned in frustration and sat on the chair.

"Do I have to wait for him to wake up?" He tutted his teeth.

Alessandro walked out from where he was hiding.

"Of course, you have to. Protecting the young master’s reputation is better than saving that slave’s life" he said. Nikolai let out a laugh and looked at Alessandro’s serious face.

"Have you seen Eduardo before?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I saw him once when I saved the master from getting shot in the head. I don’t think he saw me since I was masked", he replied with a firm voice, leaning on the wall opposite the bench Nikolai was seated on.

"I see. So, you haven’t met him personally. I guess that’s the reason why you hate him so much. He’s obviously the reason why your master was almost killed and he’s the reason why Marcello neglected your master" He rubbed his chin. An angry vein popped at the corner of Alessandro’s head. He wouldn’t have been here if his master, Viktor, hadn’t ordered him to make sure Marcello’s reputation wasn’t tarnished just because of a mere slave.

He also didn’t want to meet Nikolai again. He looked at Nikolai, who was seated with his coloured shirt and the sunglasses that were hanging across his hairline. His face was so smooth and his nose... Everything about him was just so perfect.

Alessandro flinched and his face flushed red.

’Why the hell am I thinking about him? I’m not supposed to get involved with any of the Diabolos’

Nikolai yawned and turned his head to stare at Alessandro, whose face was flushed red.

"Huh? Are you sick? Should I call a doctor?"

"Don’t mind me. Just look away. Tsk" he frowned.

"Okay, sweetheart" he chuckled.

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Eduardo was still in the theatre, but news about how Marcello was found in this hospital had circulated on the internet. The reason was because of his bodyguard who got hurt. They couldn’t stop talking about how concerned he was for a mere bodyguard.

Who was this bodyguard of his?

How much does the devilish Marcello Diabolo care about him?

Is he the same person he kissed at the airport?

Everyone was curious to know.

Marcello hardly gets hurt whenever he goes into a clash or fight with other people, but no matter how hurt he is, he never visits the hospital. He always had his personal doctor watch him, or he’d just take out the bullet himself.

This news reached his ear. Bruno Leo.

Bruno stared at the picture that was found on the internet. He trailed his fingers through the screen of his phone as his cheek flushed red. He hasn’t seen Marcello on the internet for a while. He had seen every single picture of him before. This one is new and fresh. He wished he could sniff Marcello through the phone.

"Marcello... Ugh! He looks so handsome as always. That shirt looks good on him. His wet black hair, black eyes, perfect body... fuuuuckkkk. I want him. Huh? Is that blood? Did he get hurt? No wait, is that... That fucking slave? The slave was injured and his blood-stained... Marcello" he paused and sprung up from his seat. He read the news under it. At first, he was only interested in pictures of Marcello, but now, he understood that the person who was hurt was Eduardo.

"Is this an opportunity? Is the heavens on my side this time? It’s a perfect time to kill Eduardo once and for all" he laughed loudly.

’This could be that slave’s last day on earth. Once he stops breathing, maybe Marcello will finally look at me!’