The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 94: The Unplanned Planned Meeting!

Chapter 94: The Unplanned Planned Meeting!

The door slammed on Eduardo’s face. He stood there, not knowing what to do next. It’s not like he could force himself in, just to take his belongings.

Mario patted his shoulder from behind.

"Don’t worry, Eddy. I’ll give you Viktor’s room. It’s close to mine and clean"

"Ah! Okay. Thank you, Mario" he said. They both walked downstairs together, and Eduardo froze upon seeing Marcello’s father smoking in the living room.

He locked eyes with Eduardo before bursting into laughter.

"Seems like my daughter-in-law won’t lose to a slave. I picked the right person" he said.

Eduardo clenched his fist and walked towards the floor where his new room was supposed to be. Marcello’s father’s laugh still echoed in the living room.

He thought he wouldn’t be called those names ever again, but no, it’s almost as if he went back to square one.

Slave.

Trash.

Disgusting.

He stopped in front of Viktor’s room and threw the door open. Just like Mario promised, it was clean.

Viktor’s belongings have been moved to one corner of the room as if they were expecting him to return soon.

"Once her men bring your things down, call me. I’ll help you arrange them," he said excitedly.

"Okay!" Eduardo said and watched him leave the room. He closed the door and sat on the bed.

He was already missing his luxurious room. A laugh escaped from his room.

"Ha! How can a slave like me get used to that room when it shouldn’t belong to me?" He sighed deeply and fell back on the bed. He glanced at his phone, wanting to call Marcello, but held himself back.

He doesn’t want to get clingy to Marcello. He was only pissed off that he left without saying anything.

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Marcello, on the other hand, arrived at a familiar café. It was the café that was opposite the restaurant he went to yesterday. The same place where he met Eduardo after chatting with Maria.

He looked over at the table where Eduardo was seated yesterday and saw a red-haired person seated there.

"I’m sure it’s that bastard!" He gritted his teeth and hurried to the table.

As soon as he sat down, Luca took his eyes away from the outside to Marcello.

A grin appeared on his face.

"So, you’re here"

"Luca Rossi. What are you doing here?"

"The coffee here tastes great" he replied, touching the empty cup that was in front of him.

"I’m not talking about this cafe. What are you doing here in Italy?!" He suppressed the urge to bang the table. Luca was already getting on his nerves even as he did nothing but answer his questions, calmly.

"You see... No, I can’t tell you. It’s a secret, but you’re one of the reasons I’m here. I’m glad you took the bait and came here in person, Marcello Diabolo" Luca grinned.

Marcello tightened his fist under the table.

"You knew I was going to check your message in Eddy’s phone," he said.

"Bingo!" Luca snapped his fingers at him. "I noticed that he had just one contact on his phone and it belonged to you. How possessive of you to keep other flies away from Eduardo. I knew that if I sent him a message, you’d be the one running here" He smiled.

"What do you want?" Marcello ignored his explanation and asked, with a serious expression.

"Eduardo needs to go back with me to Russia"

"He’s mine. I can’t give him out. I have his slave papers and he has become a citizen here" he gritted his teeth.

Luca nodded and clapped his hands softly.

"How cute. You were able to do all of that because you wanted him to become your fuckboy. Your toy. Let me say this once, so make sure you listen to every one of my words, Prince" He took a dramatic pause and signalled the waitress to get him more coffee. She arrived and poured some into his empty cup.

"Do you need anything else?" She asked.

"No, darling," he said. She took one last glance at Marcello, who was trying to hide his face. She smiled and walked away.

Luca took a sip from his plain black coffee.

It wasn’t sweet, yet he was drinking it, enjoying its bitter taste.

"I’m sure that caffeine hasn’t affected your brain. How dare you keep me waiting?" Marcello asked.

Luca placed the cup on the table and leaned his elbow on the table.

"Eduardo isn’t who he is. He has a family waiting for him in Russia. He’s an heir, not a slave" Luca squinted his eyes.

"That doesn’t mean I should give him to you" he responded.

Luca’s eyes widened. That wasn’t the kind of reaction he was looking for. He wanted him to be surprised, but he looked like he already knew that Eduardo was an heir.

Luca burst into laughter and covered his mouth.

"No way! You knew he was an heir, and he hid the truth from him all along. How... Disgusting"

"I’m only doing it to protect him"

"Eduardo is old enough to protect himself. He’s strong. Do you know what he cares about? Getting strong and being able to protect himself since he spent his childhood getting bullied. He never cared about anyone else"

Marcello furrowed his eyebrows. That’s not what Eduardo had been doing since he kept him in his manor.

Eduardo was easygoing and carefree. He hasn’t even been to the gym to work out or do anything that’ll get him tired.

He’s lazy.

He shook his head and looked back at Luca.

"So what if I’m keeping it a secret. I don’t want him away from me"

"This is getting interesting. You were more obsessed than I thought" Luca said and leaned closer. "You are so obsessed to get your hands on his slave papers that you killed my family, didn’t you?"

"I should have known that’s why you’re here in Italy. I didn’t kill your family. By the time I got there, they were already dead"

"How the fuck should I believe you? You killed them and burnt down the house just to get rid of any evidence. You did all of that because of Eduardo" he frowned, lowering his head.

"For the last time, Luca Rossi. I. Didn’t. Kill. Your. Family. I don’t expect you to believe me, but your father handed the slave papers to me himself," he said.

"What?" Luca raised his head, wearing a shocking look on his face.