The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 77: Bruno’s Assailant: Caught!

Chapter 77: Bruno’s Assailant: Caught!

From where Alessandro stood outside the VIP room, he wasn’t able to see what was happening inside the room clearly. To him, Eduardo had been stabbed by the syringe and probably dying already.

However, Eduardo caught the intruder’s hand before he could stab him with a syringe. He caught his hand, struggling so the needle wouldn’t touch his skin. The chemical was already dripping from it. Any part of the bed it touched, got burnt.

"You... I thought you were unconscious. How can you be so strong?" He gritted his teeth.

’Strong? What the hell is this bastard talking about? How can he stab me with whatever is in that bottle? The strong stench woke me up immediately’

Eduardo grunted as he sat up, still struggling to make sure he didn’t get stabbed with the syringe. His stomach was hurting really bad.

"Just die already. Fuck!" The man yelled in an American accent. Eduardo still managed to hold his hands. The infusion needle that was connected to his vein pulled out of his skin.

Alessandro was still trying to break the door from the outside. The security men who heard about the intruder also tried to help him. They banged the door with their shoulders but it was not bulging at all.

"Where is the key? There has to be a spare key!" Alessandro yelled.

Eduardo was already feeling weak. His face had turned pale and his breathing was weak. He was losing some blood in his hand and due to his abrupt movement trying to dodge the syringe, his stitches had reopened.

He heard a soft grunt from the side and tilted his head to see Nikolai trying to move to the other side so he could sleep comfortably.

"So that fucker was here all along! Hey Nicky! Wake up!" He yelled.

Nikolai slowly opened his eyes and saw Eduardo struggling with someone. Someone? To Nikolai who had just woken up, the intruder was with a white coat. So, he looked familiar.

Like a doctor.

"Eddy. Why are you fighting with a doctor?" He sat up yawning. "Are you scared of injections now? What are you, five?"

"Shut up and help you, you bastard. He’s no doctor. He’s a fake trying to kill me" he said.

Nikolai heard that. He averted his gaze to the door and saw that Alessandro and some men were trying to barge in. Immediately, he sprung up on his feet and kicked the intruder. He let go of the syringe and crashed on the trolley that was close to the bed. The same trolley he rolled into the room himself.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"No, I’m not, you fucker. How could you be sleeping when he walked in? Shit..." Eduardo touched his stomach through the cloth. He was still bleeding.

"I’ll call the doctor in" Nikolai saw him bleeding. The cloth he was weariness was already stained.

"No, hold on. We must first get rid of that..." Eduardo wanted to point at the intruder that was trying to kill him. The place he crashed on was empty.

He was gone.

"Huh? He got up. Where did he go?" He asked, looking around. He saw him behind Nikolai. "Watch out, Nicky!"

Nikolai turned immediately to defend himself, but the punch came quicker than expected. The intruder threw a punch on Nicky’s jaw and he fell to the ground. The intruder tried to pick up the syringe that fell on the ground, but Eduardo stomped his foot over his hand that was over the syringe. The tube broke and ended up burning his hand. He started to scream watching his hand melt slowly. He fell on his knees, screaming out his lungs.

Nikolai sprung up, touching his bruised cheek, he opened the door and allowed Alessandro into the room. The security men and the doctors also barged in.

While the security tried to apprehend the intruder, the doctors rushed to attend to Eduardo. He was already bleeding.

"Do we need to prepare for another surgery?" Eduardo asked, sweating profusely. It’s almost as if the air conditioner in the room wasn’t working anymore.

The doctor shot his mouth wide open as he gazed at Eduardo. His blonde hair and sweaty face made him look so handsome.

"...like a god" the doctor grumbled, lost in his thoughts. Nikolai waved his hand over the doctor’s face, making him regain his focus.

"Answer his question and stop gawking. If you fall in love, you’ll rot to hell after Marcello kills you" he said and walked to the security men.

The doctor swallowed the emptiness in his mouth and tried to focus on his job. He shook his head after examining the wound.

"You don’t need another surgery. The wound only reopened. We’ll clean it and patch it right up, you know, to prevent germs," the doctor said, and Eduardo nodded in agreement. He carefully ripped his stained shirt off his body and leaned back on the bed.

"Do what you have to do" he said. He wanted the doctor to hurry and leave but the doctor was seeing something else from his point of view.

Nikolai sighed.

’That innocent seductive devil’

He told the security guards to leave the intruder to him. If he’s taken to the station, he might escape and they won’t know who sent him. The security nodded and left after tying him with a rope and shoving him into a corner.

"He’s an American, judging by his accent and looks" Alessandro rubbed his chin.

"American, huh? I know who must have sent him. It’s him, Bruno Leo" Nikolai folded his hands. The man kept struggling to speak, but he was gagged, so he wouldn’t bite off his tongue and try to kill himself.

"Are you going to tell your young master?" He said.

"Even if I don’t, he’ll find out anyway. But this is a perfect way to get rid of Bruno Leo. Once he’s guilty of attempted murder, he’ll finally stop stalking Marcy and get deported back to America"

"Hmm" was Alessandro’s short response.

"I apologise that this happened to you. I’ll excuse myself now. On behalf of the hospital, I apologise. You’re the beloved guard of Marcello Diabolo. If anything happens to you, he’ll burn this hospital down with everyone inside," the doctor said, clasping his palms together.

"It’s fine. Just leave already" Eduardo waved his hand, not interested in what he was saying. The doctor hurried out immediately. He had something important to take care of.

Eduardo gritted his teeth as he adjusted his position on the bed.

’This wound is hurting as hell’