The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 92: Claiming The Mistress’ Room!

Chapter 92: Claiming The Mistress’ Room!

A Few Minutes Earlier...

Marcello saw a message in Eduardo’s phone, sent from a familiar contact. He couldn’t help but wonder how and when they met. What have they been talking about?

He tried to scroll up but that was the only message he found.

"Maybe, he deleted the others or it’s their first time conversing. What is that red-haired lizard doing with my Eduardo?" He grumbled and threw his legs off the bed. He was still weak, but nothing could stop him from finding out what Luca wanted with Eduardo.

He deleted the message and blocked and deleted Luca’s number on Eduardo’s phone before slipping it back under the pillow.

His legs trembled as he managed to grab his briefs and his shirt. He wanted to talk to Eduardo, who was in the bathroom, but he stopped himself and hurried to his own room.

Marcello rushed into the shower. Removing the cum out of his hole was the hardest part, but he managed to do everything quickly. He was going undercover, so there was no need for him to overdress. He grabbed black pants, a white polo and a thick leather jacket from his closet and slipped them on. He didn’t forget his cap.

"This is good...?" He wasn’t certain. After his preparation, he took a car key and rushed to the door. When he pulled the door open he found his father and Mario in front of his room.

He furrowed his eyebrows, taking off his cap.

"What the hell are you both doing here?" He asked the obvious question.

"What a rude way to speak to your father," the old man remarked.

Mario was trying to process when Marcello got into the room unnoticed. However, that’s not what he should concern himself with. He was excited that Eduardo didn’t get caught with him.

If not, the old man would have done something crazy to Eduardo again.

After all, he’s the same person who stabbed Eduardo and made sure he spent two weeks in the hospital.

"If you’re here for something, talk to Mario. I have somewhere important to be" Marcello brushed past his father, but the old man caught his wrist before Marcello left.

"What’s so important that made you dress like a runaway criminal? Maria is downstairs. She has moved here as your official wife" he said.

"Congratulations. So?" Marcello tilted his head, unimpressed.

His father’s eyes widened slightly, he was shocked to hear such a response from Marcello. He knew that Marcello wasn’t interested in getting married, so he was supposed to expect that kind of response. He snapped back to reality and saw him walking away.

"She’s going to move to the mistress room. Make sure you see her often," he said, and Marcello paused. Mario pressed his lips together, hoping Marcello wouldn’t say what was on his mind.

Slowly, Marcello turned back to look at his father.

"Mistress room? It’s taken"

"What?!" The old man exclaimed. His voice was so loud that it was heard downstairs. "Taken by who?"

"My Eduardo stays there. He must always be close to me" he said.

"Haha! Hahahahaha!"

His father burst into laughter, covering his face with a wrinkled hand.

"Mario, find a better room for crybaby. And make sure my Eduardo doesn’t leave that room" he said and walked down the hallway.

"Yes...sir," Mario responded. He couldn’t say no to Marcello.

The old man, still chuckling, turned his head to look at the door close to Marcello’s. That was where Eduardo was staying.

The mistress’ room.

Inside, Eduardo had just walked out of the bathroom, with no sign of Marcello in the room. He had no idea what was happening outside the room since it was soundproof.

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Marcello walked to the living room and exchanged glances with Maria, who was seated in the living room. Maria saw him and stood up as if to greet him.

"Hey, crybaby" But he just waved and walked out of the house.

She felt humiliated since he ignored her in front of the guards. They all lowered their heads as if they didn’t see what had just happened.

A sigh escaped from her lips until she heard her name.

"Maria! Get up here immediately"

"Yes sir" she obediently went up the stairs, scanning around. It was her first time here, so she couldn’t help but fall in love with the scenery.

Also, she felt the annoyance in the old man’s voice like he was extremely angry. She reached the landing and noticed that a few guards followed behind.

"Do you need anything, sir?" She asked, feeling nervous.

She was the only woman in the manor filled with men. She wasn’t scared because she was a hundred per cent sure she could protect herself if they tried to make a move on her, but it was her first time surrounded by unknown men.

Being with her father and brothers was different, but with these men, she had no relationship with them.

"I want you to break that door open and drag whoever is inside out!" The old man commanded the guards. He walked closer to Maria and gripped her shoulders firmly.

"This is your house now. No one can stop you from doing as you please. After all, you’re legally married to my son. However, you have to claim the mistress room yourself, Maria. Go ahead! Do whatever you want" he said and walked downstairs. He left everything to Maria.

The corner of her lips twitched into a smile as she watched him head downstairs. She looked back to the room and saw Mario standing nearby.

"Are you Marcello’s secretary?" She asked and he nodded his head.

"You don’t have any relationship with my husband, do you?" She asked. He shook his head before answering...

"I don’t, madam"

"Lucky you" she muttered and brushed past him towards the door. Mario’s gaze followed her as he was worried about Eduardo. Marcello, on the other hand, has specifically told him to make sure Eduardo doesn’t leave the room, but who is he to stop Maria when she has officially become Marcello’s wife.

’I’m sorry, boss. I won’t be able to help you with this one’

Maria didn’t even try knocking on the door or trying to call Eduardo out; Maria simply placed her hand on the door, feeling its solid frame.

She turned her gaze to the guards.

"Go grab some weapons. We’re going to break down this door" she ordered, a grin spreading across her face.