The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis

Eduardo, who had his butt cheek grabbed by another man stood like a statue, unable to move. He was forgetting something about the devil's reincarnate standing before him. He immediately remembered when he was Carlo. Whenever he went to a club or any other event with Marcello, he would always hit on girls and not just girls, men also. He could fuck anyone that has holes and is also breathing. He doesn't care about the gender, situation, place or sexual orientation.

That's the kind of demon he is, a demon of lust. Eduardo wanted to lay low, try to familiarise himself again with the estate's layout. He had just one prayer on his mind, which was 'never to cross path with Marcello'. But, his prayer didn't get answered.

"I wonder how sweet you'll sound when you get fucked from here" were the last words Marcello made.

Eduardo finally snapped back to reality and pulled himself away from the man grabbing his butt.

"I'll never do what you're asking for" he said, with a firm tone. Marcello stared at his bulge and tutted his teeth. He was still very hard and it didn't seem like it would be going down very soon.

"I see. That's a bit disappointing" Marcello grumbled and leaned on the counter. As he started to unzip his pants to grab his length, Eduardo shot his eye wide open and turned around.

"So disgusting" he complained, walking towards the door.

"Trust me pal, it won't be disgusting once it hits the back of your throat. Trust me, I tried it once and I regretted not trying it again"

Eduardo had no comment to what Marcello said. He's a Mafia prince that had everything he wanted. His father won't care much about his sexual orientation as long as he gives birth to an heir to continue their miserable bloodline.

He walked out of the kitchen, unable to take the fruits which was the reason for coming.

"Fuck! Why did I have to run into that bastard of all people?" he cursed under his breath as he found his way back to the stuffy basement.

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Meanwhile, Marcello who already left the kitchen appeared in his room. He sat down on the soft couch, with the head back. His thoughts were filled with Eduardo, his reaction when his butt was grabbed and also, how he spoke to him. His lips curved into a smile.

"...with three of our men dead. Uh, boss.... Are you listening to the report?" His closest aide queried, seeing the unexpected smile on his boss's lips.

"Report about what?"

"Boss, please focus on what I'm explaining. We lost three of our men earlier during a clash. They stepped foot into the Matteo's border" Mario sighed deeply, holding onto sone documents. He adjusted his weak glass frame and scratched some itchy part of his face. He looked average with no muscle. He's one of the non combat servants belonging to Marcello.

"Those fuckers are testing my patience. They have to give up their company in three days. If they don't agree, burn it down with the people in it" Marcello gave a order and Mario agreed to it without wasting any time. Whatever order Marcello makes whenever he's upset were his final words.

"If that's all, I'll take my leave" Mario adjusted his glasses again and was preparing to leave.

"Hold on, since my new fiancé arrived safely, prepare a huge dinner"

"Huge? Fiancé? Are you finally going to pick her and get married for real?" Mario's eyes flashed with happiness and excitement. He was tired of looking for families that were willing to release their daughters to be a relative of the Diabolo house, no, not just relative... The problem was being the wife of the devil.

The past fiancé he had, two committed suicide, one of them ran away and the last one got killed by Marcello. Lady Nadia was the fifth one on the list.

"I'm not interested in her one bit. I'm interested in someone else. Someone that has the same eyes with 'him'. Invite her guards over also. They must all attend" he said.

Mario can't tell what Marcello was planning and at the same time, he had no guts to ask. He just accepted all of the requests and left the room.

Marcello grabbed his half dead bulge and smirked.

"I can't wait to see you again. Maybe, a simple greeting of accidentally slipping my cock into your asshole might be better" he grinned, rubbing his hand over his pants.

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Well, that's what he was thinking. Marcello just couldn't wait to see Eduardo again. He even dressed in a black low buttoned shirt, just to expose his broad, muscular and clean chest. He wore a silver earring on one of his ears, with black pair of pants and black boots. His wet hair was dripping slowly. He had two huge gold chains on his neck. One was pure and ordinary while the other one was customised with a huge letter 'D'. It's only Marcello that can know if the letter stands for 'Diabolo' or 'Devil'.

With his full dressing, he majestically strutted into the dinning room where Nadia and her guards were waiting. Marcello was hoping Eduardo was one of them standing to invite him in. He can't wait to open his eyes and see the shocking expression on Eduardo's face. He was a hundred percent sure that Eduardo spoke to him without respect because he didn't know of his identity.

He sat down and all eyes glued on him.

"Welcome to the Diabolo manor, lady Rossi" Marcello spoke with a little bit of uninterested in his expression. He slowly turned his head, hoping to see Eduardo, but he wasn't there. He frowned and clenched his fist.

"Please, call me Nadia. I can't bear to..."

"You came with three guards, didn't you?" He interrupted her. Nadia frowned deeply. She hated being interrupted but, she had to bear with it now that she's in front of a man rumoured to be a devil.

"Yes, I did" she replied, still trying to be calm.

"Where is the last one? I can't find him anywhere" He furrowed his eyebrows, expecting a fast answer.

The other two guards who were shivering, just scared of Marcello's aura. Nadia can't lose Eduardo for anything, so she decided to speak up.

"He needs rest, so he won't be joining us" she explain in a simple response.

"Rest? I haven't had any rest since I held my first gun. Call for him now" he ordered his men standing by the door.

Nadia sprung up and slammed her hand on the table.

"I can't have you treat Eduardo that way! Don't you dare touch him!" She yelled at him, also not minding her position.

"Eduardo? So, that's his name huh?" He raised an eyebrow, showing more interest already.

"Don't touch him. Don't even say his name. He's mine!" She yelled again.

"He's yours?" A mocking smile appeared on his face. His chair creaked as he sprung up from his chair. He walked closer to Nadia, where she was standing. His huge hands immediately wrapped around her neck. The two guards just stood up, unable to do anything. Nadia started to choke and breathe roughly. She tried to beat his hands off her neck, but he was just too strong.

"He's yours? Did you just call him 'yours'? From the moment he stepped foot into my manor, he became my property. So, he's no longer yours!" He uttered. His voice was calm, yet cold. Still, he didn't take his hands off her neck. It's as if he concluded on killing her before she becomes her official fiancé.

Immediately, there was a loud shatter. A wine bottle smashed on someone's head, not just someone. It was Marcello's head. Blood dropped down his face as he let go of Nadia who already lost consciousness. Marcello turned around and saw Eduardo.

"Didn't I warn you never to touch her? I'd kill you if you do" he threatened, holding half of the broken bottle in his hands.